Hindsight and Dimly Lit Nights

Using her starry eyed, fairy taled fore
sight, Sarah steps into white pumps,
unzips her dream bag, and strides
down the magic carpet of
'I take thee' words, gumdrop sweet
kisses, and him hard inside her
sighing, their names embedded
in the bright lights of endless memories.

Using her swollen eyed, blind sided hind
sight, Sarah finds herself night
after night in their empty house--
a moth beating its heart out
against ticky tack wallpaper
and platefuls of cold dinners,
her once-brilliant wings torn, her vagina
a black hole of unfathomable loneliness
and no arm 'round her waist to hold her
when the lights eventually go out.

Pris Campbell
©2006



Photo: From Archives
 (Note: This photo is not related to the poem)