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staring at the wall, pictures i didn't take. history class discussion, wars i never took part in. outside, snow i did not ask for.
i asked for you.
a telling pause, heavy air that was stale on my tongue.
you called the house today. the caller id gave you away and i considered letting the phone ring three, four times until the answering machine cut in. [grandma tells me we should empty our inbox. i forget and it remains full.] instead:
i am two years old, at the old trailer house. mom is in the kitchen and dad is outside moving windows. i am sheltered and happy and watching a cartoon show about gargoyles. that was before. you came after.
you were the weekdays. you were singing to oldies in a red pick-up truck down the dusty road to grannie's, counting the turns. you were playing nintendo 64 after supper, mario kart a classic and our favourite. you were learning to filet fish at barrier, guts sticking to my hands. you were my childhood, back when talking to you was easier than talking to my own mother and when i loved you the most.
i don't think i'm allowed to miss you and so i don't, but four years later the air is still stale on my tongue. i'll tell you a secret: i don't think youever cared.
i asked for you.
a telling pause, heavy air that was stale on my tongue.
you called the house today. the caller id gave you away and i considered letting the phone ring three, four times until the answering machine cut in. [grandma tells me we should empty our inbox. i forget and it remains full.] instead:
hello.but is it good? is it great?
hey! how are you?
good.
that's good; how's school?
it's alright.
that's great to hear. is sam there?
yeah.
i am two years old, at the old trailer house. mom is in the kitchen and dad is outside moving windows. i am sheltered and happy and watching a cartoon show about gargoyles. that was before. you came after.
you were the weekdays. you were singing to oldies in a red pick-up truck down the dusty road to grannie's, counting the turns. you were playing nintendo 64 after supper, mario kart a classic and our favourite. you were learning to filet fish at barrier, guts sticking to my hands. you were my childhood, back when talking to you was easier than talking to my own mother and when i loved you the most.
i don't think i'm allowed to miss you and so i don't, but four years later the air is still stale on my tongue. i'll tell you a secret: i don't think you
Literature
Fifty
Please understand: I do not want
to want this (you).
I realized at poem nineteen-of-fifty:
You (college-borne) are a new you,
I (weaponized) am a new me,
and the new me still wants the new you.
Literature
A Parenthesis
You were (a parenthesis, that paused
the daily, mundane stuff
of life;
a bundled breath
of fresh joy,
and borne in the wonder
of love.
Gasping and grasping,
'til in quiet you laid
still;
and I, my Child,
lie in quiet, still
tears).
And now, that is all you are,
and still so much more.
Literature
starspun
we inhale the romanticism
of hooded cemetery kids
smoking cigarettes pretending
they are not dead.
you were always so sure
about my uncertainty,
you watched
all my pick up lines
drop things
into open graves
meant for us.
your eyes always wandered
down thoughtful
leaf-strewn paths.
i wanted to ask you
if i could follow
but i came alone this time
i remember our innocence
in the static b e t w e e n
stars, think
about how youth without you is th-
awing out the lines in my whittled-out eyes
i look to the hooded
cemetery kids,
wonder what we'd have been like
if we grew up as nothings,
like them. teenage
nothings with chiseled
marble in our
vo
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give me something i can take
can take to make the memories fade
poison gives, remember this:
i never was meant for this day.
fainting spells - afi
Written earlier this evening for part of my English portfolio. I might cut it out, though - not sure yet.
can take to make the memories fade
poison gives, remember this:
i never was meant for this day.
fainting spells - afi
Written earlier this evening for part of my English portfolio. I might cut it out, though - not sure yet.
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well i like it and i think you should keep it in your portfolio.