Darling, in the first days of our love
I pre-made a little heartbreak:
It sits waiting behind a lock
for the day that I get cut.
A little device to save myself
from ruined eyeliner and losing face.
Darling, I know you’re real good
but I must; just in case.
According to Freud and biology
defence mechanisms are a primitive thing,
a residual muscle memory string
in the deep of our animal beings:
Nature’s plan in place for calamity days,
that there is a ready-made procedure
to stay unfazed.
Forgive me darling, but it’s only
standard, only routine
like health insurance or sunscreen-
a map to sanctuary.