Sagittarius in Retrograde

“Here we are at last face to face,
we have met,
we have lost nothing…”
Pablo Neruda

For today and yesterday, the day before that and perhaps even for tomorrow, I have a poem.

It’s perfectly titled.So if you’re reading this now and you’re heart jumped a beat, you know it’s you I mean. For the little we shared and all of what we never got around to, this one’s for you:


Letter To The Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back
by Jeffrey McDaniel


“I wanted you to be the first to know – Harper & Row
has agreed to publish my collected letters to you.

The tentative title is Exorcist in the Gym of Futility.

Unfortunately I never mailed the best one,
which certainly was one of a kind.

A mutual friend told me that when I quit drinking,

I surrendered my identity in your eyes.

Now I’m just like everybody else, and it’s so funny,

the way monogamy is funny, the way
someone falling down in the street is funny.

I entered a revolving door and emerged
as a human being. When you think of me
is my face electronically blurred?

I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.

Now dinosaurs freeze to death on your shoulder.

I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.

I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.”

Stand. Stay. Solve.

Lovely thing, how I wish you had.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Vijay says:

    is it just me or have you split the post into two???
    nice poem though 🙂


    1. mentalexotica says:

      Yes, that was a mistake earlier. It also makes more sense this way I figured.

      Sent from my iPhone


  2. Scherezade says:

    This post reminded me of a song long enough to step out of delurking – Bitter:sweet Faith –


  3. Rehab says:

    I am in awe of your blog!! Its mesmerizing. And so much poetry! You made my day dear…

    And that quote by Neil Gaiman…its a killer! I love that man so much my heart could explode!


    1. mentalexotica says:

      Thank you. I hope you find what makes you stay, or at least, come back again and again.


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