You said you needed cliff notes for my
poetry…so I dissect that, overanalyze
that, question that… until I feel the answer
to that and all it means.
And I’ll give you the cliff notes version.
It means you need a shortcut
to my feelings
even though I’ve written them down
line by line
but you can’t read between the lines.
It means chicken shit, rolling over,
playing dead amnesia.
It means if I have to explain the words,
then you haven’t held my heart
and that means you are scared
of what you may see
if you look me in the eyes.
And it means my heart is
right fucking here…
it means you walk by it every day
like it’s a sock on the floor…
It means I’m not happy.
It means, maybe I’m not writing
Are you taking notes?
I am finished with this.
It means this is the end of us.
Are you reading this?
-Stephanie Bennett-Henry ©2016