Avoiding Condoms
/I second-guess myself
over and again,
thinking about a baby or a condom,
whenever I have to show
my feelings over a one-night
stand, standing on Hannah’s pedestal
is like a pistol pointed at the back of my head;
close enough to inhale the gun smoke;
washing memories to rearrange the person
that I used to be before I became the change
that she observed in me.
Slicing myself into knots,
counting the cost of moving
to the west coast is what I’m good at.
The mirror returns my reflection,
and I see the person with whom Hannah fell in love.
Pieces of us die over
a metaphor for cheap thrills
of a catalyst we enjoyed last summer
hiking canyons, dancing beneath
a waterfall, pretending no one
watched, but people watched
and applauded, wishing they had the same
carefree disposition.
Hannah said my dad should
have worn a condom
and then she’d be in my bed,
sleeping with me without a condom.
Her eyes welled, tripping over apologies,
bringing mascara to her chin.
Tearing myself down
to watch her try
to do the same.
But my tears dried after
Hannah told me to drop dead
last Friday night.
I’m hanging by a thread
with little rope left
to break my fall.
And God knows,
I’m gonna fall into
her arms again.
Hannah was going on about
being pregnant and how she was glad
that we didn’t use a condom.
By Andy Cooper
From: United States
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