Total Recall
©2006 Susan Noyes Anderson

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Sometimes
for no good reason
after a late meeting
or before the jogathon
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Sometimes
for no good reason
after a late meeting
or before the jogathon
You say I’m “always right.” Go get the rope!
Slap me in chains and throw away the key.
Charge me with leading you too forcefully,
your mind impelled up my unyielding slope
(not even time to scan your horoscope),
bowled over by the power that is me.
How rather omnipotent I must be
to move another so, against his will
and quite without design, perfect the skill
of bringing forth blameless impotency.
However do I do it? All must bow
in deference to the mighty sword I wield.
And yet, one question, if you will allow…
Are you excused? Did you not choose to yield?
There once was a woman, grown older,
whose man said her love should be bolder:
“In a romantic sense,
your libido’s past tense.”
His reward? The bold, icy cold shoulder.
Just jotting down a word or two
to let you know that I love you
and need you, too, if truth were told.
(The bathroom grout is sprouting mold.)
Love is a shell in golden sand,
a secret in a willing hand,
a piece of beauty worth its keep,
as mighty as the sea is deep.
My love called me a rose.
I’m happy, heaven knows.
And yet, my stem is torn
‘twixt beauty and the thorn.
She loves him with a love profound,
but not that well-expressed.
The sweetness sings inside her heart
but rarely leaves her chest.
“You’re the worst decision I ever made,”
he said. It nearly knocked her dead.
She’d given him her heart so long ago.
She didn’t know how much that gift would cost:
she lost herself. She wasn’t faultless…