“Confessional” by Destiny Birdsong

Destiny Birdsong

CONFESSIONAL

It’s the weekend, and my armpits smell like fish.
            I ate an egg-and-cheese sandwich today, dragging it through
                        A glob of honey as I watched Forensic Files.

I keep taking the same clothes off and putting them on.
            There’s no use doing the laundry in this cold.
                        I let my slacks air out on a kitchen chair.

I need you, and as these walls get soggier
            From enclosure and the leaking water heater,
                        I hear more of the couple upstairs, fighting.

It’s about money. Their feet pound at my light fixtures.
            Later the vacuum will hum dust through the vents.
                        She will cook for him in the morning. Something with skin.

And I wonder: is this the circumference of my life?
            I fondle medicine bottles in the dark.
                        I keep my cell phone tucked inside my bra.

I used to joke with whoever wanted to listen
            That I would be like the crazy lady down the hall.
                        The one who smells like sardines. The one with the cats.

But now I have loved you. Now I don’t want that.

from Rattle #36, Winter 2011



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3 thoughts on ““Confessional” by Destiny Birdsong

  1. I like the circumference of your life
    & the pleasant aromatic ending.
    I wouldn’t mind meeting you… after a bath!

  2. ‘but now i have loved you’… that just makes all the difference, turns the world upside now, changes my desires, my longings and makes me unsatisfied with what i would/could have been. Love does make the difference.. sometimes.

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