A Poem for Ex-Lovers
by Bitzy Coats
baby, I could love you so violently it would shake the ash from your skin we're into the thick of it, sexual without the sex and you're clawing your way back to the beginning again I heard you left Dehli yesterday, abandoning your research in Nepal to get on the mend "We cannot think ourselves well." my buddy, Jim, says to a room full of affirmative grunts and nods self-cultivate or bust but it's matter over mind this time since God is a verb and the rest is patter that pretends to mean what we can't say
Bitzy Coats is some moonshine's mistress, mother of a couple weirdos, making art out of life.
Image by Ioan Sameli, found on Flickr.