One More Denouement For M. But For Real This Time

She killed my love for her

With one final assumption

A failed assumption

That convinced me, finally

That she never really knew me

All that above sounds like hokum

But it is true

She asserted

That simply because

I had a lover pay my way

In those times that I needed to survive

That I would not have done

All that I have done now

The writing without working

The passion for the craft

The poetry

Without her help.

I could have calmly explained

That in the time she supported me

My construction money earned more capital

Only stretched out in installments

But she wouldn’t have heard it

I calmly explained that

Even if every woman on Earth found me repulsive

And if I had to move under a bridge

I would not work another day to write

I would simply write

After I turned 23 and realized I had to

But she wouldn’t have understood

Instead

That presumption

The idea that I would ever give up writing

Just because I was uncomfortable

Set a light to all of those afternoons we wrote together

All those times she told me she knew I was a writer

All those things she loved about me

Or so I thought

It set a light to my heart

And set a light to all that I cared about her

She fails to comprehend the first presumption of knowing me

That I am a writer and will not be deterred.

No pussy

No brain

No talent

Can ever have my regard after questioning

The fundamental tenet of me

Like fairy dust

When I think of her now

And want to see her

I spread the thought of her denial of my dedication

Over my cock, my heart, my mind

And she flies away

Thank fucking Christ

And good riddance