Without a heel, the slipper slips.
Stopping love remains unstopable.
As long as my splint is in use
the weight will never stuff me back.
Under the sludge and into the crack,
in the division of digestive diseases
with inhuman odors tickling my bile,
an old lover can do as he pleases.
I allow him many repulsive releases
as long as the outcome outlasts the trial.
I learn adoration for the thick black
sneaky substance I used to revile.
Melissa Ray, 1990