Toward Supreme Love in Self – (This Is an Endarkened, Feminist, New Literacies Event)
Leave (Asher speaks with Nason: A poem)
He stared at her. His eyes were wide and his mouth was closed. There was no mist there this time. It’s funny. That was the first thing she noticed. His eyes were dry. No time to figure that one. She turned to walk away but then realized they were in her apartment. She chuckled to herself. Then, she said it again. She lowered her voice, “leave.” It sounded out of place when it came out of her mouth and hung in the thick air between them. But it didn’t feel out of place. She was shedding something heavy and felt herself shaking. She turned her back on him. He wouldn’t understand. But she had to get him out. She had to loose the freedom hanging anxiously in her throat. She thought it would be released only if he disappeared. So, she asked sweetly, politely…still quietly.
“Would you leave, please?” She waited a minute and then asked again. “Please? Pleeeease.” She closed her eyes and whispered again, in tense, earnest strain. “Pleeeeeease…”
He quickly started his protest, “Baby. Wait a minute. We’re both tired. We’ve been up all night and out all day. Let’s just sleep ← 177 | 178 → on it. Really, this is all too much. I just had to get some shit off my chest. Damn. I just wanted you to know that I want you to always be there, to always have my back. We don’t need to go where you’re...