I am your crash test dummy,
practice doll of  love-

Go spend your life on someone else! I shout
from the bandaged room of my head-

No more amorous hands, no
promises set to music, I’ll have
none of your future plans!

But the door is already open, the sweet
tune of your whole six feet
spilling claim cross every inch of me.

Wind takes the leaf, lead takes gun,
the gravity of your care makes whole guts hole.

Sometimes there are slim moments before impact
where I don’t even long for your voice,
or hear your name-

But then desire like the heart of living
starts its blind roll back down the track

and I am smiling in your arms,
having overcome all resistance-
speeding straight into the wall.

©2023 Niall Cunningham