Coral Hull: Poetry: Rose Street Archeology: Bringing Home The Strays: 12. Point-Blank-Poor-Lover

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CORAL HULL: ROSE STREET ARCHEOLOGY
BRINGING HOME THE STRAYS

12. Point-Blank-Poor-Lover

if you hear a high loud knocking at the door, it is probably the womaniser, the dysfunctional lawyer who is a commitment phobic, or the sociopathic sex addict who is a successful tv personality, or the alcoholic who will fall against the door & stumble backwards down the steps swearing, remaining asleep 'til dawn in the rosebushes, or the passive aggressive that swings from sullen mood to sullen mood, whilst you rush him cups of tea from the kitchen to the lounge where he sits, so that he may fall into a state of smiling, into a garden of temporary bloom, which is the place where you hope to have your needs met, but it doesn't happen, or the stalker who almost kicks the door in or who waits out on the street, watching the lights switch on & off, imagining as he told you over the phone, your little cunt moving from room to room, your little cunt that he knew was once his cunt, but if you hear a low scratching or timid noise at the base of the door, near the old bristle mat it will be the type that i like, that is, the stray or the derelict, the lowest of the lows here for his bowl of cream, looking up with his big brown eyes, hoping to melt your heart, he will usually arrive in the rain, as it hangs from his hair & streams down his face & clothes, those drops that look like tears, making him appear pure & so glad of your door opening up for him, it's all in the appearance, it's where he will fail or succeed, no need to be frightened, he's too pathetic to even put his foot in the door, he is likely to put his hand there & in that moment his look will be expecting you to slam it shut & that is precisely the reason you won't, soon you'll be out with the cream for him & you will pat his head a few times while he goes about his business of his gentle self conscious laps, then he will be in your bed & before you know it he'll be between your legs, saying 'sorry' as he loses his erections & treating you to a night of his fetal position, of his sad head on your womb or breast, or his snuggling in, he'll be treating you to a night of his back & his helplessness & you'll be treating him to your nurturing heart & your useless longing, if you reject him he will expect it & there will be no struggle, he may hang around outside your bedroom window for awhile, not because he is stalking, but because he is too broken & weary to even leave down your driveway, he just lacks the energy & would prefer to crawl, then perhaps he will go away with his tail between his legs, when he does, do not open your curtain, the sky is darkening into night, the drizzle sets in on his bent frame, he is a young man growing old fast through a hard life, you cannot help him anymore than you have already without going down yourself, open your curtains & you will be heart broken, you haven't turned to stone, you are just vulnerable in your own way & in need of self preservation, don't run after him with a collar to bring him back, it will be the fastest steps of your life, before you know it you will have him in your arms & the brown eyes will begin their work, their desperate work, it will be the slowest walk back up your driveway to your house, your life disappearing into his neediness, exactly the sort of man you like, best not to open the door, best to ignore the low scratching or the sad knock

    

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