Aimee Wai

LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS

wrapped in naked sheets of gauze
the week draining away—
I slept too close to the edge again

my face half pillowed, muffled
you pinned and pummeled
my aching shoulder with a massage gun

I moaned like a ghost, we laughed at my pain
you couldn’t feel it yet
but you were thick with dawn

we always knew you loved me
you must have made a decision
to become available—that day

I felt a gentle shift in the bed
as you laid down the gun
and fell into years

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