Litany

You need to stop mapping your life by the name of your lovers.
As if you shed your skin and burn everything down whenever you lose one.
As if you can trace yourself back to the beginning with fingertips on different backs;
your lips on different necks.
It’s raining here again and you’re trying to wash away the touch of the last person to climb into your bed at 3 am whispering false litanies and pretending to sacrifice himself at your altar.
But your body is a temple with empty halls and empty rooms and he was not the praying type.
Do not decorate your walls with icons undeserving, do not so easily sink to your knees muttering words of worship,
take no false gods within you and stop,
stop mapping your life by the name of your lovers.
You are not scar tissue in the shape of a woman,
you are not meant to burn and devour senselessly.
It’s raining here again and you have forgotten you left yourself directions not by lovers footsteps,
but by words,
by songs.
And when you find your temple too cold in the winter, we’ll be here.
Come home.

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  1. Del

    I needed this today. Thank you for sharing these words.

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