LJ Idol Week 32: Disarm
A man saw me from across the dancefloor
While the bass was struggling with my heart
Blood pumping at odd angles.
The man started his slow stride, his hands
In the pockets of blue jeans.
He thinks he walks in time to the music.
(Men have eyes like sharks when they look at women
Or at men they plan to treat like women;
I am both and neither,
Which is hopelessly beside his point)
I weary of swagger and of
Being a dam against tidal force--
But there’s a kind of pleasure when he takes out the blade
(The other people in this bar, they are shadows
Faces empty space
Moving lumps of flesh with the senses sewn shut)
He comes to me, smiles
Plunges the weapon in my gut
And I show him my teeth and
Grab his arm
(his eyes widen when I pull him closer
Pull him
Deeper)
Sorry,
But you’re not getting your knife back.
While the bass was struggling with my heart
Blood pumping at odd angles.
The man started his slow stride, his hands
In the pockets of blue jeans.
He thinks he walks in time to the music.
(Men have eyes like sharks when they look at women
Or at men they plan to treat like women;
I am both and neither,
Which is hopelessly beside his point)
I weary of swagger and of
Being a dam against tidal force--
But there’s a kind of pleasure when he takes out the blade
(The other people in this bar, they are shadows
Faces empty space
Moving lumps of flesh with the senses sewn shut)
He comes to me, smiles
Plunges the weapon in my gut
And I show him my teeth and
Grab his arm
(his eyes widen when I pull him closer
Pull him
Deeper)
Sorry,
But you’re not getting your knife back.