Love Story
Posted: 19 Oct 2017, 21:57
later version:
Love Story
Who knew after
the laboratory and tower
imploded that a young man
would fall in love with me?
How can I explain to him
that I am incapable
of love? I'm as split
as a harelip:
from the start my brain
and body were rivals--
my body a slow child,
refusing to be tutored,
demanding its needs
be met.
It longed to be lewdly groped,
its heart a slut’s.
I was as abhorred by its behavior
as I was by The Creature.
Even now my past
defines me: can I rise
above the graveyards
I was born in?
I long to escape
loneliness—
to be a wife, a mother--
to be more than the sum
of my parts, the way
a family is.
Yet I fear a man’s touch
as much as I do lightning.
earlier version:
Love Story, The Bride of Frankenstein
Who knew after
the laboratory and tower
imploded that a young man
would fall in love with me?
How can I explain to him
that I am incapable
of love? I'm as split
as a harelip:
from the start my brain
and body were rivals--
my body a slow child,
refusing to be tutored,
demanding its needs
be met.
It longed to be lewdly groped,
its heart a slut’s.
I was as abhorred by its behavior
as I was by The Creature.
Even now my past
defines me: will I rise
above the graveyards
I was born in?
I long to escape
loneliness—
to be a wife, a mother--
to be more than the sum
of my parts, the way
a family is—yet how can I,
fearing a man’s touch as much
as I do lightning?
Love Story
Who knew after
the laboratory and tower
imploded that a young man
would fall in love with me?
How can I explain to him
that I am incapable
of love? I'm as split
as a harelip:
from the start my brain
and body were rivals--
my body a slow child,
refusing to be tutored,
demanding its needs
be met.
It longed to be lewdly groped,
its heart a slut’s.
I was as abhorred by its behavior
as I was by The Creature.
Even now my past
defines me: can I rise
above the graveyards
I was born in?
I long to escape
loneliness—
to be a wife, a mother--
to be more than the sum
of my parts, the way
a family is.
Yet I fear a man’s touch
as much as I do lightning.
earlier version:
Love Story, The Bride of Frankenstein
Who knew after
the laboratory and tower
imploded that a young man
would fall in love with me?
How can I explain to him
that I am incapable
of love? I'm as split
as a harelip:
from the start my brain
and body were rivals--
my body a slow child,
refusing to be tutored,
demanding its needs
be met.
It longed to be lewdly groped,
its heart a slut’s.
I was as abhorred by its behavior
as I was by The Creature.
Even now my past
defines me: will I rise
above the graveyards
I was born in?
I long to escape
loneliness—
to be a wife, a mother--
to be more than the sum
of my parts, the way
a family is—yet how can I,
fearing a man’s touch as much
as I do lightning?