Women Who Untangle
Benjamin Rose (English, 2024) is a poet from Washington, D.C. His poetry has been featured online and in print at a number of publications, notably Beyond Words Literary Magazine and Cathexis Northwest Press.
She took my headphones in her hands, and one
By one, unwound each knot the coils had spun
Deep in the dungeon of my forest green
Windbreaker, where the pocket always seems
To coax and twist each wire’s white length round
To a straightened noose of stultifying sound.
Of course, I am no suicidal soul
Who seeks in death and solitude his whole
Salvation from the stress and strain of life
Once he has ceased in the serrated knife
To excise ghosts, ameliorate pain,
As warm blood follows glass into the drain,
Though in my time they’ve been confiscated
By orderlies and such; but unrelated,
Wasn’t it the first woman that I loved,
When she was seventeen, and I removed
From childhood only by a single year,
Who, with an almost wifely care, would tear
And take the Apple from my hand, and pleased
With her authority and command, seize
Upon the slightest emblem of neglect
As though it offended her intellect
That the one who wooed her should otherwise,
For all his merits, irritate her eyes
With such disorderly habits? And so
I remember myself just ten years ago,
And thereupon think of a decade hence
Where, at some lame and tedious event,
My wife—whoever she might be—annoyed,
Fixes my collar in the mirror, cloyed
With all my grumbling, and proves her dominance,
Her dexterous fingers’ gentle influence
Reminding me that I’m her property,
My life with her a chosen slavery
Wherein, in perfect irony I find
I’m both her mamluk and her concubine.
And so this girl, both beautiful and stern,
Mild as a bird, with a will that I would learn
To follow and discern uncomplaining till,
Her wisdom proved, she rules me at her will,
Toils away at that Gordian gadget
I won’t replace with some AirPods just yet.
Winter 2023