Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Asparagus

"Some say
that asparagus is an aphrodisiac,"
you tell me.
"Yeah, well, some would say
that prickly pear and pig balls on a slaughterhouse skewer
are an aphrodisiac if they thought it would get them laid,"
I reply.

You laugh like a burglar in a blackout,
and I
think of your wife.

Does she sit at home and sift
through her memories
with fingers that tremble
searching for some happy "before?"
Does she look at you
with accusing mascara smudge eyes
and lurch away from your touch
as if from the scaly shadow
of wherever you were last night?

God, I hope so.

I hope so because I fear that the membrane
the separates we two women
is far thinner than I wish.
I hope so because I'm afraid
that if I looked hard enough
I would see her;

another copper haired woman
with whom you laugh
like a burglar in a blackout.

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35 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

Ooh... love this MZ.

Mark Windham said...

Love it MZ. Great use of the words, hilarious start leading to the seriousness of an affair. From the perspective of 'the other woman' works really well.

poemsofhateandhope.com said...

THIS is amazing...now at the risk of getting this wrong...this is what it said to me - it told a tale about a man, maybe cheating in his wife, maybe abusive towards his wife, or ignores/doesn't see her- she's invisible - does what she's told , subservient - because he tells her too. This is brutal, vitriolic and poisonous- excellently honest and raw- totally totally up my street- wow wow wow (stu mcp)

Claudia said...

first...i love asparagus..just because i like the taste..smiles.. and the second part of the poem makes me frickin' sad.. great pictures, the membrane... hope she leaves him..

Brian Miller said...

very nice mz...that thin membrane between the two of you...ugh...i feel for her as i do you...hard to play two fiddles at once you know...

zongrik said...

laugh like a burgler in a black out -> i live that!!

apollo and the two muses

pandamoniumcat said...

Wonderful stuff... so strong...I just love it!

Blue Flute said...

That first stanza had me laughing like a burglar in a blackout too :P but then you smack us with the serious consequences.

Fred Rutherford said...

Great piece MZ. Burglar in a blackout, I love that. Thanks

Anonymous said...

"asparagus as an aphrodisiac" ... that's great

The ending is my favorite; a fantastic contribution, MZ. Loved it, just like all the rest of your writing.

I've read so much good poetry the past couple of days, I think I give up for good. There's an unbelievable amount of talent in this little "circle." And you're standing on top of it.

rosemarymint.wordpress.com

hedgewitch said...

There's a lot skewered here, and it richly deserves it--the voice of fright, of looking in the mirror of the other woman and seeing oneself--that is terrifying. This is a dish served cold, and colder--excellent.

Fireblossom said...

I liked this:

"and lurch away from your touch
as if from the scaly shadow
of wherever you were last night?"

That just paints such a scene.

As for asparagus being an aphrodisiac, I loathe the stuff, so anyone trying it on me, will die a virgin!

Steve King said...

What a roller coaster ride in just the first stanza. You've captured the dysfunction of three people completely in a handful of lines. And such sharp portrayals of the small details of deceit! Great work.

ayala said...

wow...love this...another copper haired woman
with whom you laugh
like a burglar in a blackout.

Awesome!

PattiKen said...

From asparagus to a cheating husband. You make it seem such a quick and easy trip, MZ. Well done!

Adura Ojo said...

'Like a burglar in a blackout'...it just makes one think and I totally get it - The sneakiness of it all.

Really clever, creative and inspiring write.

Felt-Tip Fountain Pen said...

This ode is like singing scales to a cobra - you never know if it can really charm the charmer. I'd like to hear hiss side of the story!

Ginny Brannan said...

As seen from the eye of the "other woman" with only thin membrane that separates. Love the perspective, nicely penned!

Mary said...

Asparagus is by FAR my favorite vegetable. Bring it on.....

Sylvia K said...

This one is gut wrenching, MZ. I felt it all.

turtlememoir said...

this is a a hard look at ugly truth, mz, powerfully written

Heaven said...

What a twist in the end ~

Very well written MZ ~

chromapoesy.com said...

Your characterizations are masterful.

marousia said...

Oh you nailed it beautifully in the last line - stunning portrait - so alive

raivenne said...

Daaamn! You owned the heart of this and laid it bare with those last lines. Nice!

oceangirl said...

This is genius.

Kamana said...

i love the perspective youve taken here.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Emotion packed. Nicely done.

Brendan said...

Writing by the light of wrong love produces a feral sort of honesty: if it doesn't kill one it helps light a way through. Seeing the lover as a "burglar in a blackout" is just that sort of lamp, weighing the words exchanged on a scale where the Mrs. sits on the other pan, somehow an equal, perhaps more a sister than the wandering dog between the speaker and her. Very sharp writing MZ -Brendan

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Powerful. Direct. Well done.

darkangelwrites said...

What a story weaver you are.

Ginny said...

Favorite phrase--laugh like a burglar in a blackout. Love the sound of it and the repetition of it happening in another context with his wife makes it even more powerful. Great poem!

kaykuala said...

Good perspective,MZ. The shadow of the other woman is apparent. Great write!

Hank

Anne Katherine said...

Well done in describing this sad world. And nice job using the words.

Susie Clevenger said...

This is painfully eloquent. You even write of agony with such artistry.