Walking Three Miles

Walking Three Miles

i.

Hey, I’m a good guy, but I’m a man,
A month ago, I walked three miles,
off I fell to the ends of the earth,
not distracted by old suns and stars.
Only demons, they told me
perk up along railway lines
dancing your glance away.

Hey, I’m a good guy, but I am a man,
I’m just a man who is tolled with bones.
But simply because I heard,
each star is woman.
I have been tempted to gorge on stars.
Hey, I’m a good guy, but I am a man.
My feet in socks wet from rain.

ii.
Only demons, they told me
have been tempted to gorge on stars.
I’m too much woman for this.

Would the world ever be quiet enough?
To wear my skin.
I’m too much woman for this.

We last held hands? Mine gone to his?
His dumb heart,
To wear my skin.
I’m too much woman for this.

I ask: how shall the world be known?
A month ago, I walked three miles.
Alone, I spread his fingers.
I, too, have known an exodus. So I say:
I’m too much woman for this.

Catriona Knapman

Acknowledgement and credit is due to Philip Marley, Ambika Talwar and Chris Donegan Segall from whom I took the lines to make this collage poem.

20140710-220534-79534093.jpg(First Published 30 Poems, 30 Days, 2015).