Fear and Love


Fear is a wild horse
that feeds from the same
trough as love

with you clinging
to its back
fear bolts
through
an apocalypse
of death

it is not
in fear's nature
to be tamed
nor in yours
to let go

in the paddock
fear paces and snorts
however, you
can turn
with that same fierce
energy
to love


Mary Natwick
—from waking a lover

 

Whoa Nellie


Some people are all grown up at 20
but it has taken me a long time
to become this woman I like

lately that younger woman has been hanging around
fretful, worried about hurting people's feelings
resentful and martyred
and I say, whoa Nellie
I don't remember inviting you to this party
but clinging weak women
are the hardest to get rid of

I try shutting the door
but she's got one foot wedged to hold it open
so I sigh and go back to my party
and let her slink around the edges
eating the best hors d'oeuvres

no, wait, rewind that bit—I say, whoa Nellie
I don't remember inviting you to this party
and I shut the door
slide the deadbolt without worrying if she hears the click
go back to the party
and dance all night


Mary Natwick
—from waking a lover