Sunday, April 9, 2023

National Poetry Month Offering #5

Aversion Therapy


Did you always do that thing?

Chew that way while you are eating?

Love apparently is blind.

Was your laugh always so strident?

Ill-timed. Too loud. Machine gun staccato.

And deaf as well.

Don’t kiss me with those lips!

Those lips that form those biting words!

Meant only to correct and make me better.

I knew you bit your nails.

I ignored it.

Now I can’t stand it!

What kind of love numbs the senses

To all these things so damn offensive!

When blinder I was kinder.

Now awakened,

Somewhat shaken,

A new perspective taken.


The things we do for love. Or survival. Possibly Sanity. Even less self-respect. Denial by any other name is still denial.


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