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- i want to forget you,
but my body won't let me --
i still have so many things
that stare at me with your eyes.
the book you gave me on mythology
still has the story of narcissus dog-eared and worn,
and it sits high atop my dresser
where my eyes won't stray;
but it's more like
a damn throne than
a hideaway.
i memorized the story when you left
because it reminded me of you.
we went to a thrift shop that one day --
you might not remember,
because i think you might've had
a drink or five beforehand --
and you bought me a necklace that
cost a quarter
and told me trash was treasure, sometimes;
i wanted to break the chain,
but you were excited so i put it around my neck
like securing a noose;
i still wear it every day.
i like to keep death by my side,
and a noose can't be too bad --
i already lost my breath to you.
i remember that we went to a chinese place --
or maybe it was thai --
and you mimicked the waiter's accent
when he took forever with the food;
i laughed til my stomach hurt,
and couldn't swallow when our dinner came.
you bought me a box of fortune cookies on the way home,
'cause i got hungry and saw them in a window,
and the first one i cracked
said it would be one hell of a good year;
i kept it to remind me of
the ways you both lied.
i don't eat chinese anymore,
or thai, or whatever it was --
it makes my stomach ache and twist and turn
in the same way you made me sick.
Literature
Storm
STORM
You threaten, "You won't do it."
Lightning flashes across my mind:
The storm is coming.
Fearful tears blur my vision.
Lightning flashes across my mind,
Filling me with defiance.
Angry tears blur my vision.
Rain pelts down around us,
Filling me with defiance.
Your threats are harmless, like wisps of cloud.
Rain pelts down around us.
Thunder fills your voice, but
Your threats are harmless, like the rain.
You watch storm clouds gather in my eyes.
Thunder fills your voice, but
I turn away unafraid.
You watch storm clouds gather overhead.
You say, "You won't do it."
I walk away, unafraid:
The storm is coming.
Literature
Patriot
driving through town, i saw him,
through misty,
bespectacled eyes
and
he saw me too. weary,
but enduring.
amidst the haze,
he conjured the fog of factory funnels,
half-built steel ships on the docks.
Cranes once lined the sky,
now they build banks and he calls it a tragedy.
in a puff of smoke,
he steals glass towers, replacing
them with redbrick
terraces. paints in monochrome
on the pastel-blue sky.
his city has two football clubs
and he hates one of them. his wife
hates the other but they both
breathe sea air and radio waves,
he holds her hand
through weddings
and funerals.
just how he remembers it,
the wind, the cold air as you emerge
Literature
instructions on never falling out of love
invent countless scenarios where pieces
fall into places and you fall into
his arms.
rip your chest up with bitten nails,
scourge your insides with laser-sharp
self-homing
precision-guided missiles
of unending scrutiny:
what's missing, what's missing,
what's missing.
discard fictions, soft-spoken and faceless.
you've met the real deal
and he doesn't want you.
write songs, write
this poem,
write, sing, remember
old melodies
of the broken loves of your youth.
tell yourself every bit of pain that had
passed through you before
carved a perfect spot
for this love to fill.
tell yourself, you loved him before you met him.
what you've learnt to
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nothing in this story has a ring of truth to it, I just concoted it in my head and needed to get it out.
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