Escape Velocity

You beat me again
         and again I run
and again I return
to the familiar comfort of
terror and the bruises you leave
     and I leave
     on you
     on me.

[no this is not about my life, for]

we jump not toward the sky
but away from the earth;
a moment of tearing,
a primitive need like
penetration or
face deep in the fold of a pillow
breathless
the strain against the atmosphere
the eager joy of possibility
that fraying sense that
     this time
     we will
              break through
     be free
     of this earth we love.

[and again I fall
through the familiar
comfort of terror
and back into your arms]


Since I’m not codependent I could be way off base here with my association between it and the attraction of gravity, but I also tried to do things in this poem that I normally don’t do in other ones, expanding thoughts into multiple images, and being what I think of as more cliché in my subject matter and exposition. By that I guess I mean I’m trying to write with less intent and more instinct. Feedback is welcome, since I don’t really know what is going on here.

Comments and conversations on this post

  1. Why are they trying to escape the earth if they love it?

  2. I’ll answer that with another question if you don’t mind. Have you ever loved something that is bad for you?

    Your question does bring to light a weakness though…

  3. I know what you’re trying to convey, I’m just not sure if love is the right word for this poem. I feel like the line in question shouldn’t be about how “we” feels- that already permeates throughout, but how the earth feels about we. It’s another opportunity to make a simile or metaphor for the earth’s gravity. Whatever. I’ve been away from writing workshops for far too long. 🙂

  4. No worries, I appreciate your feedback and will contemplate it further tomorrow, when I’m not half-drunk. 😉