Not-Love Poem

When you’re no longer in love,

For whatever reason,

You have a look about you.

That starved look.

Skeletal.

Transparent.

A look you do not perceive.

Starved.

For affection.

For love.

Oh, honey,

He just wants to make love

To your bones.

The spaces in between.

That you’re saving

For someone special.

I wrote this recently after attending a concert. The lead singer of the band told the story of a terrible date that she went on. I felt that story immediately, and as I looked around the room, I watched so many other women react in the same way. I noticed one particular woman to my right who looked hollow as she listened, it seemed like I was watching her muscles and fat dissolve until her face was just skin on bone. Watching her face reminded me, viscerally, of how hollow I felt when I was first trying to navigate sex and dating after divorce. How often I felt like I’d been used and discarded. And interchangeable with any other woman. That shit still pisses me off. This poem was born from the anger I felt watching her seemingly go through the same experience.


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