The Switch by Lawrence Bridges


The Switch
by Lawrence Bridges

The appetite dropped.
My body was a body now.
It’s yours not ours.
I held you Pieta style.

I slept. Lucid dream.
My father died. Switched off.
I saw him go, carefully.
He left me switched on.

And so I bring to you
Each day this story
Where there is no betrayal,
A homey feeling with eyes

I love and that’s enough.
Tall goddesses still exist
and their embrace never loosens
nor my need and reverence.

It never slackens, surrounded
by sub-goddesses, also tall 
and moving with rich grace, 
assigning me a local priestess

to see to it I never leave
her body, ours, comforting
the stressed parts, entering
the end of pleasure which

it does, a hero you could say,
awake to fight,
sharpening his weapons
switched on at last.

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Lawrence Bridges’ poetry has appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, and The Tampa Review. He has published three volumes of poetry: Horses on Drums, Flip Days, and Brownwood with Red Hen Press.

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