Written by Melissa Booey
I walked a man
I walked him like a dog
At the end of the road I let him loose
It was not a pleasant conversation.
Only to re-yield and be forced to re-heel like the dog that he is
Or the dog that he isn’t
Or the dog that he never was or never will be, because he’s a proud,
decent man and I’m a batshit broken record.
I talked myself
I talked myself up and down like a fool
At the end of the day I held the phone
It was another one-sided conversation.
Only to rely on the forces of re-cried, undried salty tears that won’t
Or haven’t seemed willing
Or haven’t felt ready to throw in the towel, because you can’t fix a
broken record and I’m not batshit all on my own.
I found a friend
I found her like a trail
At the end of the line I lost her way
It was an unspoken conversation.
Only to re-work her way back to re-learn how offtrack I had wandered
Or far down I had fallen
Or far forward I’d actually flown on my own, because I’m not as
batshit as the broken records told me I was, or wasn’t, or never will be
because I’m a proud, decent person who will
never make it out alive.