Mimi and Mona's Poetry: Our Morning-After Existential Chemicals

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Mona Arizona

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Your eyes reflected how I radiated life;

you said that once.

I was lost in your arms and

became a different woman

with each whispered word

of possession and lust

that rushed over the cliffs

of mobile, kissing lips like

a torrent waterfall, and I couldn’t breathe.

My fingers traced patterns on your skin

and I thought

if ever there could be a

moment in time I could freeze,

this would be it... dear G-d,

this would be it. Then,

you Chapter Sevened my love—

you took all of it. Everything!

So, what were you thinking, man?

What were you saying to me?

I needed practice holding my body

against someone new?

Hey, Prince Charming;

I didn’t shampoo my hair

for other men to sniff.

Did you believe me out of my mind?

You could have been the

amalgamation of my dreams,

but you were forever a man

of few words that were just out of reach.

You’ll never be able to cop a feel...

your brain will be as limp as your cock,

sucker.

The tarmac

fell away from the plane,

teardrops fell away from the sky,

and the fall with two broken wings...

no, it wasn't you, it was me...

Your electric cereal bit you back, huh?

Smile, bone daddy, because it will be

the only bite you will get in

this least favorite part of my life...
my life without your feigned love.

Your words transformed,

became weapons with the capacity to

rip me in half, but

before the sun set on your last sentence—

remind me to call you—

I understood they and

your kisses held a million deceits

during our amassed years; and

fighting the ghosts of

our history meant only

you must stay, I must fly.

I won’t be the last woman

you will sweep off her feet

with heart-racing speed.

You will always have this reminder...

I will be flying high, you will not;

and the lifetime of a love you lost

will fly high and free with me.

Last night ended forever

in a bitter-sweet memory.

Today’s rain washes away

our morning-after existential chemicals

like a bright sunrise

in a wide-angle lens.

I’m free. I’m smiling

and flying high, and I’m free.