I think of us as a Venn diagram, two ovals making
union, my yin seeking optimal overlap with your
yang. But north-facing magnets perpetually
polarize our perimeters, every minor interaction
implodes into a push-me-pull-me tug-o-
drama – the toothpaste cap rolling in the bathroom sink,
the crusted cans cluttering the recycle bin, the
maxed-out (again) Visa. Tits-for-tats, our minefields
of petty disgruntlements escalate, words carelessly
scattershot – always, never, fault, hate — leaving
behind crumb trails of unarticulated ultimatums.
But then, we sleep or, perhaps, make love – no, it’s
fucking pure and simple – and we lose ourselves in
the animal noises, the words peel away, and our
amalgamations circle to their singular intersection.
9 responses to “A ∩ B by Linda Simoni-Wastila”
Brutal and beautiful.
Thanks for reading, honored by your assessment. Peace…
Thanks for posting this here. I liked it the first time, and I still think it’s wonderful.
Thank you K! This was a provocative theme. Peace…
I am impressed that you have included ‘Venn diagram’ in your piece … and it has a sweet rhythm too …
This was really nicely written. I like how the reader suddenly knows all the intimate details of the relationship.
The tension between the technical diction and the emotions makes this piece especially powerful.
Thank you all for reading and kind words – so much appreciated! Peace…
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