Honest Love Song, Katy Comber

For Honest Love Song, I grabbed a poem that I've been working out for years. It used to be over a page long until I cut it down for this edition. (I listened to the advice of an anthology rejection letter that told me to EDIT.)

 I wrote this poem in an effort to understand why, despite being in a deep, committed, and loving relationship, I still have these pesky thoughts about my first love from time to time. Because that was a not-so deep, hold-on tight cause we don't want to fail, we don't want to hurt/be hurt type of commitment with my high school boyfriend. His name was Graham. He was cute. We got along for more than year. I loved him with my understanding of love. He did the same. Until we didn't anymore. The end. 

Here's my piece, Voodoo Doll Heart.

Voodoo Doll Heart

By Katy Comber

First Love's a bitch

She turned a sliver of my heart

into a squeaky toy

sewed it up tight with 

selective memory strings 

made sure a winged toddler 

       (that perpetual youth w/terrible aim)

found it wedged 

under a gutter grate.   

and every once in a while...

that little bastard squeezes

to see if it will still make noise

It's the only explanation