Tag: memory
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I bring her red fruits
Love is messy, ruinous, and sweet, I think, paused for a moment in my efforts for my beloved, fingers stained, nails dug into flesh, flecks of red splashed up my arms, my cheek. I draw the knife around the dark cherries, split them in two with my thumbs, and smile to bare my teeth.I bite…
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Good Day
What’s a good day? Is it when he wakes up calmly and takes the pills she leaves out for him? Is it when he waits for her, if he gets up before her? Is it when he doesn’t break a dish in frustration, when his hands don’t work the way he wants them to? Is…
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Songs of Remembrance
Her hands moved over the piano; she played quietly, constellation eyes half closed, heart wide open. She sang, but only in her head, only in the place where she wouldn’t hear anyone else comment on her tone, on her pitch, on her projection. Fitful, she half-smiled, dreaming of all the places she’d been, all the…
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Five Ways Of Looking
I. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder at the forks in the road. Paths not taken. Discoveries not made. How would they have turned out? No different than anyone else looking back on their lives, but I feel infinitely ill-prepared to face my own demons. II. I keep you at my back, your sword at…
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To Be Memorable
If I cut away this flesh and I strip away this voice and I reduce myself to the nothing but 1s and 0s that will ultimately be left behind, I am not entirely sure I see enough of anything to be memorable. Time to start blowing shit up. Tags: fame, memorable, memory, poem, poems, poetry,…