Supine

[rowens]

I think the word "supine" could be taken out of the lines. The title is explained and expressed in the poem well enough without it. The poem illustrates how these women cut themselves short, forcing themselves to be liars to liars; and both calling that love. The woman in this case is a slave to her confusing emotions, and this poem captures that truth. But if you could make a poem that transcends that frustrating state of things, I'd personally find that inspiring.--You can't have faith in a human being, if they are liars and hold you down in life, you either love them enough or you don't, and they love enough or they don't. If you love to hate them, that's bound to get confusing; unless you also love what you hate. I feel that the objects described, the tiles and the moon and the nails and the headboard and the wall, are used to both show how the woman is disassociated from the act, and to wall herself up in the scenery of the moment by way of bad faith. You get the feel she's composing this poem in her head as the other is sweating and only concerned about getting off. You can fall in love with anything, even the chicks on your farm that you're raising for food. The question is, can you stand in love?--Then again, it might just be the sex is bad, and she's only lying about that. But it seems more than that.