The Divorce

“Where the place?”—The Three Witches from the Macbeth

His mother thinks it is about God,
the End Times,
witchcraft.

And she’s probably right.
I cast my writings towards people

who don’t know her son,
who don’t know my son,
who don’t know we almost had another son

sometimes I wonder if she thinks
I called out to some spirits,
asked them to take him,

and using his unborn name
bound the father

and I enjoyed it.

If only there were three of me

one for here
one for there
one for the place I want to be

with your arms wrapped around me,
lips pressing on the round bit of darkness
on my right shoulder

maybe then I could really conjure,
heal the swollen center

of my right knee, its abrasions
so similar
to the marks I wore years ago

after I gave him head,
kneeling
before the couch in our family room;
they bled

for days afterward.
He had said it wasn’t sex,
just an explosion of will.
We didn’t touch each other much

even then.
I told him:

It happened in my mouth,
I swallowed;
that has to count for something.

– adrienne lewis

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