He has his secrets in the monitor’s glow
opening to chat with a stranger dangerously
close to destroying himself and his world
his wife says it is getting late, kisses him goodnight ,
invites him to come to bed soon, and he pauses,
deleting his cache, the evidence of what
he has been doing behind these closed doors.
Opening one more window to begin a chat
girls young girls girls barely older than
his daughter who has started swelling,
curving towards womanhood, smelling
more and more like his wife when she
comes clean from the shower before
she kisses him goodnight, inviting him
to come to bed before it gets too late.
Behind heavy lids his secret hid
until the media hit and exposed him
as he tries to hide behind his eyes
deny his guilt and shame praying
that they never learn the truth
his wife and children as he crumples
the newspaper and controls the remote
kisses his wife goodnight and promises
to come to bed soon before it’s too late.
What they don’t know won’t hurt them
and he’s gotten used to living his lie
that by and by the dust will settle
while the computer waits for him to stay
up late one more night, kiss his wife
goodnight as he talks one more time
with girls barely older than his daughter who
he no longer feels safe kissing goodnight,
so he kisses his wife, closes his eyes,
and dreams it’s not too late to hide.
Last night I killed you
slowly slicing slivers of flesh
to expose sinew then bone
your blood coating me
in the slick copper
of your death.
I peeled you apart
layered in my anger
until there was nothing
left of you but what
bathed me in an
ablution of forgiveness.
This morning I kissed you
where you were lying
still asleep while I faced
myself in my mirror
reminded myself I love you
then turned away
to face my day alone.
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