The God of Now

“I’ve decided to unplug,”

she said.

“Unplug? Where are you going?”

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere; I’ve decided.

I’m just not going to do anything.”

“You mean…but you’ll die that way.”

“I know. I’ve decided to unplug.”

We’d just heard the news a few weeks ago. Wait. Weeks?

It has felt like weeks. I mean days.

For months, she had complained of feeling “off”, “unwell”, “out of sorts”.

She couldn’t pinpoint it, so to me it sounded like nothing.

She’s dying of cancer.

Her belly full of writhing, replicating balls of free radicals.

Her ovaries deteriorating.

Betraying her.

We anticipated, and she prepared us for,

liquid metal to be dripped into her veins.

For her to plug into the magic,

the alchemy,

of science. Of medicine.

Hail to the chief.

The God of Now.

But she retreated, after while.

They’d caught it earlier,

but it wouldn’t change the outcome.

She knew it, and we did, too.

But to hear her desire to “unplug”

was a painful exercise in anticipatory grief.

What’s best for you not being best for me.

A rejection, a “break up” of sorts.

I knew I respected her, immensely!

But the grief, and all its components of ugliness,

remained.

I wanted to be present for her to give her the love she deserved,

but being present meant bringing the anger, too.

The fear.

I grew quiet with my thoughts.

I never had to make that choice.

The cancer was no match for

The God of Science

when it ravaged me.

I know there would be a battle, but

the troops were on my side.

I’d purchased dragons.

I had the wildfire.

Alone, I stood on that battlefield,

and The Lord of Light defeated

Death.

Not today.

But she knew, with her troops surrounding her,

that she must be sacrificed.

And so, strong and sure,

she prepares us all,

to trudge along without her.

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Ghosting

I haven’t heard from you in days.

The last time we really talked,

There was excitement,

Future,

Lust,

Intention.

We were mutually interested,

and I had started to fall for the person

you are,

The person I think,

I thought,

you are…

You were?

It’s been 4

Almost 5

Days.

I obsessively reviewed

Every moment.

Every text.

Every email.

Every WhatsApp,

Every… Everything.

And you want me.

On paper,

You are at least planning

To Fuck. the. Hell. Out. Of. Me.

And I want it all.

I’m not even sure

If you’re my boyfriend,

But I want your body

intertwined with mine.

Daily. Weekly. For now.

But I’m hurt.

I haven’t heard from you.

Not even if you’re busy.

Not even if you’re uninterested.

Not even if something happened.

You told me you were into me.

You told me not to worry.

About you.

About us.

But you don’t try.

I hate that you don’t try.

I don’t think it’s too much to ask.

Do you?

That’s obviously rhetorical,

As I haven’t heard from you.

And that hurts most.

Send an emoji.

Tell me you’re busy.

Tell me you’re not that into me.

Let me hate you

Let me feel disgust

Let me hurt,

With intention.

You told me things

That I began to believe.

I gave you my body,

To ogle,

To release to,

To enjoy.

But we haven’t fucked.

Not yet.

I would have given it all to you.

I would have been your private dancer.

I would have been your “cool girl”.

As much as I despise your ghosting,

I miss you, too.

Knowing

It’s in the quiet moments

When I know you’re the one.

We may not reunite,

At least in this life,

But there’s no question in my mind

That we’re destined.

It’s the response

From one of my molecules

To one of yours

That’s unexplainable.

What I think is what you say,

Where you kiss is what I need,

Right place,

Right time.

So secure in this knowing

That we can walk away,

Even for a lifetime.

I look at you with only pride.

Go do it! Go forward!

Leave me to grow!

Leaving, knowing

There’s no one else

Who knows,

Who sees,

Who feels,

Who can be.

Twin soul,

For now,

you’re free.

But, after long,

You’ll be

With me.

Guessing

When I saw you

I knew

no one would compare

I thought

Love at first sight was a hoax

Now I know it’s no joke.

When I felt you

I knew

All the trauma, the mistrust

Prepared me

To feel these arms

To recognize safety

To know you’d do no harm.

When I tasted you

I knew

What passion could

Would

Should be.

My body lit up like a Christmas tree.

You reveal me like an onion

You protect me like a knight

You scare me like a beast

You are my love at first sight.

I want to hold you in my arms

get tangled up in your sheets

Go on wild foreign adventures

coordinate, align, live your heartbeats.

You make me wonder like a child

Giggle like teenager

feel like a woman

the most authentic versions of myself.

Light me up,

Set me on fire,

Fan the flames

Grow the desire.

Wondering

I spent all evening

With someone

Who reminded me of you.

First, the face, the hair, the height

then, the accent, the snarky comments

the playful, professional flirting.

It was like looking at you,

hearing you,

Watching you hear me.

I wonder,

Without all the red tape,

What could it all have been?

I remember the night we finally kissed.

Electric, heart-pounding

Unexpected.

I thought you were a cocky suit

With a fancy title and a fancy job

And raging insecurity.

I was right.

The night you came over

You melted in my arms,

Took off the armor,

And cried in my room.

In that moment, I loved you.

Not the tough exterior, the pomp,

But the jelly inside.

The kind, doubtful, sad soul

With the sad eyes.

I saw those same sad eyes tonight

And I loved them just the same.

If we’d met in another place,

At another time,

Would you still be curled up

Talking about fantasy novels

About administrative law

In my room,

Your head on my chest?

Would you be grieving with me?

Could I have made those sad eyes smile?

I spent all evening

With a man who looked like you,

Felt like you,

And, beside him, someone who knows you.

Find your way.

Take off the suit.

Remove your armor.

I’ve seen you without,

beautiful, vulnerable, deeply personal.

You matter.

Matter more.