Without My Consent

Dear Anonymous

Was I just...

Another ribbed condom you’ll hide
Between the pages of a streetcar named desire,
Edited for content,
Anemic by default
Safe in the arms of your contradictory guilt.

Another air kiss coming up to breathe
Another string of one night stands.
Another 4-month obsession,
3 months,
30 days
And 22 hours, too long.

Pray lie to me my evocative seraph, for your indifference beguiles me, still

Was I just...

Another bloodstain on your snow white, super starched, Egyptian sheets.
Another caller, ID unavailable,
Another wear once only Gucci suit.
Another apple in a bowl full of oranges
With the occasional cherry thrown in for good measure.

Another person who can’t spend the night,
Another promise you’ll never keep,
Another songwriter who’ll write a song about you,
Another best intention lead astray by the insidious bent of another
Another reason to feel guilty or
Another "puta!" to take the blame.

Pray lie to me my evocative seraph, for your indifference beguiles me, still

Was I just...

Another half-smoked, king size cool, neglected in the pack,
Another espresso you didn’t drink,
Another chain you no longer wear
Another name in your "98 diary"
Sex days marked with a smile,
Leather bound
Weekdays only.


Another poem in your drawer
Another chase you had to catch
Another one, of three two many
Another voice on your answering machine
Another call you’ll never return

Pray lie to me my evocative seraph, for your indifference beguiles me, still

Was I just...

Another scratch on your bedpost
Another piece of ass in down dog land
Another lover you don’t love
Another person who didn’t get you
Because enough is never enough
Another video on MTV or VH1
That didn't make your top 10
Top 20 or
Top 50.
Always another time, perhaps or maybe

In fact I'd be surprised if you even remember me
     So thank you for
       Showing me what "truly madly deeply" never meant,
          Without my consent

            MS.A. Nother

P.S. Sometimes hell can be beautiful

Bx