A knock on the door doused my dreams of fire
I opened it to a back-beat
Of the kind perpetuated by a bar that you
Frequent- I've heard it said that love is water;
If so, this tide has receded. The birds call
From London- tomorrow we fly.
Tonight I will twist a sheet into knots and call
And hang up when the answering machine drips water
Into my ear- I have been overheard by flies
As I rappel away from this wildfire
Burning up my closet space to the beat
Of a kick drum played by my memory of you.
My getaway driver has failed to RSVP, so I fly
On my own time- my recollection will beat
Me to the finish line, or sink in the water.
The taste of treason used to belong to you;
I fell in love with a feeling I mistook for fire,
And left you a cell phone full of unanswered calls.
The women in my family love the water-
It is impossible for us to drown, they call
From between the waves, why must you scream fire?
I do not tell them of the isolation of flies
The glint of sharks’ teeth around my heartbeat.
The shore rips at my feet, like you.
I am not a girl who knows how to dance to the beat
I trip over my doubt (it burns like fire)
Please pay me to make things up, kingdoms of water
And wine. Nothing inspires awe quite like you
Could, quite like you can. The fly
On the wall is just like you- it'll never call.
Fast in my car- warped colors tell you
To repeat yourself in fear of spitting up water
From an ancient shipwreck- the one fire
Chained and choked and beat
Over the head until the flames were flying
Their own skull and bones- improvised battle calls.
The dial tones of dropped calls buzz like flies
As I sip watered-down drinks and play with fire
In the form of every beat of my heart without you.
Copyright © Molly Fording | Year Posted 2017