The Love of a Virgo by Callie S. Blackstone
Updated: Jul 8
He shows me his love in different ways. He fixes things.
He wasn’t raised to fix things. The tools look foreign
in his hands. The language of other men, taller men,
bearded men, tattooed men. These things are foreign
to him, but he runs his hands over the metal, the shine.
He puts his head down and he works.
He shows me his love in different ways, he decorates
me with gifts, gaudy and offensive displays
of materialism. He puts money
in my hands, no questions asked,
no future mentions of it. No collection notice.
He shows me his love in different ways, he watches my face,
the eyes he once described as glacial. He notices
when they settle on things for half a second too long.
He asks about it, he never stops noticing, he never stops
asking. He focuses on me totally, every moment,
no matter how mundane.
He loves me in different ways.
Callie S. Blackstone writes both poetry and prose. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Queerlings, Plainsongs, Prime Number Magazine, and others. Callie is a lifelong New Englander. She is lucky enough to wake up to the smell of saltwater and the call of seagulls everyday. You can find her online home at callieblackstone.wordpress.com.