Shackees & shackles

the women i’ve lived with

sharing tiny beds big beds cold beds

second hand mattresses on the floor

& I loved them all

the women that is

& felt

stronger said

those words in lust in heat in anger in pain

& when each one left

or I finally threw them out

those beds would hold me alone

in sadness incoherent in rage

until found myself again

each one has left their mark

& over time I learned not

to treat this one like the last one

though there were similarities

I had after all chosen them

or at least given them the opportunity

to choose me

& as we’re friends I can tell you

I love them all still

the women

that is

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