Once It Was Recreational
By Clyde A. Wray
Its grip
is tight like a vice
fierce,
rigid and unmovable
powerful
without piety
caught by surprise
you surrender to it
sneak in the next breath
hear your mind scream
breathe
breathe
love snuck up on you
now it’s a addiction
a want
a every need!
Clyde A.Wray
May 26, 2009
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Introduction by Mike Parker. Poem by Clyde Wray.
If you’re single and dating in Saint John you’ve probably had that moment – the uncomfortable Reggie’s moment.
It goes something like this. You stroll into the Germain Street restaurant one Saturday morning – it can be any greasy spoon, really; but this is Saint John and Reggie’s is the diner of choice for local hipsters – where you bump elbows with The Former Girlfriend and Her New Boyfriend, sharing a post-coital breakfast. Coffee in hand, shifting your weight from foot to foot, you smile and mumble a few polite words. How is the job? It’s wonderful to see you. Are you still in that apartment?
The spoken text is feigned indifference. The unspoken subtext tells a different story and one that most people rarely voice. So after a few moments of uncomfortable chatter, you mutter an excuse, fumble through a hug and walk out the door.
Moments like these are awkward ones. But they’re human moments also and they reveal a painful truth: Love – or is it lust? – is rarely extinguished. It smolders on despite how deeply we try to bury it.
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