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Breath & Shadow

A Journal of Disability Culture and Literature

 Summer  2011
Volume 8, Number 3

 

 

Preamble: Love can sometimes do more than make the earth move.

FORGOTTEN FAULT LINES

by Roger Wayne Eberle



Two Tuesdays have passed
since our grim anniversary, and now
it is hump day again, and you
still swear the glass
is half empty, and I keep pouring.
Like the monsoon,
I won't quit.

Tears move you alright.
Still you stay, statuesque.
Your fault
lines parallel my
rock solid alibis.

I am still bursting
in on the scene in full cry,
gull-like, hovering on the wind,
a little at sea, a little beach-bound,
indecisive as a brushfire,
twice as volatile.

Bonding was never easy with you:
locking lips as chancy as a slow dance.
Back seat bump and grind, a tourniquet,
embracing to discard with pleasure.

I can still hear my awkward silences lingering,
nicotine stains of nepenthe
washing over the fingers of my mind
as they strangle dark thoughts
into paroxysms of blinding rage.

I was never there.
I still do not see you in his arms,
do not hear you lying stiller
than stone, do not
feel the lash of your fault lines
across the San Andreas contours
of my broken back, and I tremble

not a whit
to think what storms
my calm may conjure.



Roger Eberle moonlights as an Arts and Entertainment Critic when he is not teaching English or pedalling his bicycle in support of finding a cure for Multiple Sclerosis. He has published his poetry in The Eclectic Muse and in AuthorsDen.com. He is privileged to be in his thirtieth year of marriage to someone who truly understands him and somehow still loves him in spite of that. Thanks Breath and Shadow for looking beyond my words.



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