Metal

A machinist, he smells faintly of metal – always.

She’s almost grown used to it.

He showers; she puts on a record and crawls into bed. She clutches the sheets to her chest, but still feels naked.

When he joins her he does so silently.

His embrace is clumsy; his beard is rough.

His eyes adore her.

She tries not to think of the man who crawled into a hole to die.

The same man who broke her, then growled, “if you’d meant to kill yourself, you’d have used bullets, not pills.”

Silence is fine.

cliff-side
two cypresses
lean into the wind

**

Inspired by Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:
Lean Into the Wind

**

As rain drops diminish
I hear the tapping
of the monk’s wooden bell

Tonight
the cypress tree & I
lean into the wind

(c) Patricia Donegan

17 thoughts on “Metal”

  1. I like how the haiku allows for a hopeful interpretation, one of togetherness, after the painfulness of the prose. Another example of the power of the form when it’s handled well 🙂

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