Misogynist

Misogynist

She shouldn't need to consult cards
or gaze into crystal balls to figure him out.

He is cellophane stretched over her face

and she isn’t even fighting for air.
She lies

still as a corpse for him
to allow her a breath.  

(he waits a little longer
                          each time)

His eyes are sand dunes
His embrace
stiff as a cigar store Indian.
His heart is
a hollow drum beat.

In his twisted games,
he tells her that the sun
is the moon
and she’s beginning to believe him.

He turns things upside down
twists them inside out
soaks them in Bud
punches holes
right through memories.

He spins things round and round
until she’s puking her guts out
like inconvenient facts
begging him to forgive her 
for what he did
again.

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"The sun is the moon," is an allusion to The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare. 






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