Let Me
Devon Balwit
Don’t write about me, you insist. I agree,
knowing full well I will, any
relationship grist for my mill. Funny
how easily I lie, how earnestly
I nod. Look, hurt hurts less
if you squeeze. Pain deadens in surplus.
Beauty trails the leap of the hopeless,
a comet’s fiery tail. You’d never guess
you existed here as subtext if I didn’t
confess. Pride looms its monument
of clouds. Come a wind, a fierce current,
and it rends. You’d be happier if you absented
yourself from yourself. Let me bend
you, your puppeteer, your perfect friend.
Flash Issue 7
Devon Balwit walks in all weathers. Her most recent collections are Rubbing Shoulders with the Greats [Seven Kitchens Press 2020] and Dog-Walking in the Shadow of Pyongyang [Nixes Mate Books, 2021].