Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

I wish I’d written this following poem.

Kind of how I felt after no longer seeing the person I assume is the love of my life (thus far - there is a kernel of hope that I may meet someone who wants to have…pet ferrets with me one day while we play Diablo on computers that are connected up. I have funny ideas for what would be my ideal long-term relationship *grin*)

‘because property crimes are not defined as acts of violence’
daphne gottlieb

it’s not what he did, it’s how
he did it so when I say he stole my heart
I mean he stole
my heart as if he sidled up
to my car at night
smashed the window with a crowbar
jerked the door open
threw the newspaper, the ice scraper into the street
decapitated the bobblehead cat
that was nodding sweetly on the dash
and then ripped out the stereo–he
didn’t just grab the faceplate–
he tore the whole box out
bent and scraped the area around it
didn’t clip the end of the wires
just yanked them until they gave
and then ran away, black box, jaw set, breathing
heavy

so there’s my car in the morning
the safety glass glittering like ocean chop
cigarette burns on the passenger
seat, butts ground dead over a used condom on the floor, two
crack whores sitting in the back
tell me they were keeping it
from getting towed
they nod like the decapitated
bobblehead; the dead vines of wires hanging
out of the dash stare dumbly
at new blooms of bloodstains
on the driver’s side

it’s not what he did, it’s how
he did it
so when I say he stole my heart
I mean he stole
my heart like
ripped off ripped out

so sure, I’ll file a report but it won’t do any good
my insurance won’t cover it
it’s too expensive for me
to replace; he’s got small bills in his pocket
as he walks down the street

I don’t feel safe in my car anymore
the criminal is still
at large

and every statistic says
he’s going to
do it again