A poem from Obediah Michael Smith


A

Sum

of Women

am I going

to have to

live divided

I dread it

I am dreading it

dreading

this division

of my heart

all four chambers used to

fill with blood for her

used to beat for her

used to be for her

now, what is like a river,

branching, splitting in two

what am I to do, confess

or live duplicitous,

double-minded

don’t like it one bit

though this new affair,

commencing,

is legitimate

just flipped like a pancake

in a pan in fat on the fire

needing to be brown,

to be done on both sides

am I supposed to resist,

be blunt, not bunt

what is pitched to me