The Scratchiest Itch

What are you thinking?

You stopped
Mid-walk
Lips up
Head cocked 

You paused—
The cause
I’ve pondered 
Crossed

Stories and horrors
Some lovestruck 
Some broken 

None neutral,
The sutures 
Are too short—
No future

Then,
You laid prone and stiff
Upon the cliff 
Of the longest pitch 
Across the scratchiest 

Itch

I was shocked and
Caught off guard 

But it was a false alarm, 
Your upright charm

Or so I review 
When the movies play through 
Showing versions 
Aversions

That encourage 
What I’m sure is
My insurance:

Your view

And of course,
There’s that time 
I heard a new rhyme 
In a lodge bathroom line 
Long before my lost prime 

Then a year passed through 
And behind a window, you 
Waved me into 
What I can’t undo

I endure what’s unsure
As a writer, I’ve scored 
Perspectives, the objectives 
That are everyone’s

But yours 

©Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.