Callie Miller
Poem
I wanted you to see the black slipper
Silk vest cat eyed
Skin-tight woman.
Wanted you to see the soft
Silhouette I leave
Crumpled sheets
And how late I come home.
What time of day
Did you realize I was a lie?
The blue-washed turtleneck
High waisted sweatpants
Of a soil soul.
Succulent, herb garden girl
Parched of sunlight.
Was it that first Saturday night
At a sticky 11:04 pm when—
Knowing all along how
My laugh sounded
And feet tripped—
You knew I’d eat up
Your compliments?