Discord Poem by Jacquelyn Arnold

Discord

I’d had a shower when I returned,
having known full well
that the lazy perfume of your audacity
would remain.
Still, I wasn’t equipped
for the scent that rests with me
today. Marked this way I know
that everyone can smell your tarnish;
velvety and bruised, like old silver,
and I have to suppose
that in your complacent bed
the semblance of my shadow is already fading.

© 2000 by Jacquelyn Arnold
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