Here's a revision of the poem that I had put up here sometime last week. I hope this will make more sense to many of you than the last one did... If you have the time to comment, your thoughts on this will likely help. Thanks! Sorry again for such terrible formatting...

UNSCREEN

You left him ajar—

torn, but not screaming, “slam!” like a door—

though, he let you like

a gentleman waits:

first oiling and tweaking,

even as you screwed

crimson drapes to your ceiling, where

they drew for you

enough of a mask

to leave / to stay

out of room, in one place

with the choices you latched in.

This December

will have been one year: you seek and sought

not what’s scrawled on your heart—

what the consciousness won’t

admit that you want—but all

of what you think you do. Now

clipped and stomped,

turned or banged

it’s time you came: not back to that space, but

free from the rust

hinge you’ve caught your skin on.

Let yourself be

torn again open, like the screen of that door

—attracted to / with him

home—