Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Having a Fight With You Patrick Phillips

 

Having a Fight With You

Patrick Phillips

is like being burned up
in a twelfth-floor elevator.
Or drowned in a flipped SUV.
 

It’s like waking with scalpels 
arrayed on my chest.
Like being banished to 1983.
 

Having a fight with you 
is never, ever less horrid: that whisper 
that says you never loved me

 

my heart a stalled engine
out the little square window.
Your eyes a white-capped black sea.

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