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For Donovan <\/span><\/p>\n by Sarah O’Brien<\/p>\n Your pants are made from the softest fabric. I was too focused on someone else\u2019s King. I ask my angels for a deeper patience. I press my lips gently against your arm. <\/p>\n For Donovan by Sarah O’Brien Your pants are made from the softest fabric. You challenge me to a game of chess. \u201cYou didn\u2019t use your Queen enough,\u201d you say after winning, and I soak in this metaphor. I was too focused on someone else\u2019s King. I overlooked mine\u2014left you exposed. Your wounds from her violence…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4167,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[314],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4169","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-love-poem"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4169","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4169"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4169\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4167"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4169"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4169"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nYou challenge me to a game of chess.
\n\u201cYou didn\u2019t use your Queen enough,\u201d you say
\nafter winning, and I soak in this metaphor.<\/p>\n
\nI overlooked mine\u2014left you exposed.
\nYour wounds from her violence linger,
\nand you mistrust even me.<\/p>\n
\nI resist the tendencies of Past Sarah,
\nfearful of abandonment and change.
\nIn a dream, we convene and toast disaster.<\/p>\n
\nYou recoil at some of my touches, after her.
\nSorrowful pavement, I rebuild our road.
\nI invite you over for a home-cooked meal.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/Sarah-OBrien-300x300.jpg\")
Sarah O’Brien is a poet from Massachusetts. She is the author of Shapeshifter<\/em> and Just for Us<\/em> (forthcoming 2023). Sarah teaches, makes art, and performs comedy in Nebraska currently. She cares for three black cats. Follow her on social media @fluent_saracasm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"