Megan Hurtado Bloom | poetry | Cupid & Psyche Blues

Cupid & Psyche Blues

In older days, people believed  
             lovers cried a lot & so their eyes
got bluer and bluer,  
             (once forest,  
                          now, sea,  
             & sooner or later,  
And then one day, there’s no more water,
             which makes no difference,
what’s broken keeps breaking.

We are all here to say that in  
             the complicated house  
                          where Eros dwells,
not even the Soul  
             could get through three nights
                          without cheating …
Love’s door keeps reappearing  
             farther and farther down the hall,
this is a fact, and it’s cold,  
             and, we keep remembering
there’s no more water, no more water.

Maybe doors are unimportant when
             our lock lasts forever.  
Yet we know what we know:
             one gaze in another,  
hours of trapped lapis
                          abandoned to azure, and

Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram

Megan Hurtado Bloom is a writer, editor, mother, and amateur medium from San Francisco. She writes about what happens to women. Her work has recently appeared in SunSpot Lit, ZYZZYVA, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Split Lip Magazine, and others. She holds an MFA in creative writing from St Mary’s College of California.