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Was it so terrible?
The countryside in spring?
“Oui, ma fille,
it was,
horrifying.
The red
all I can still see
is the red
everywhere
it stuck in their hair,
behind my eyes.
It was terrible, the red.”
The red was the blood,
Grandpere? The blood
of the dying soldiers?
“Non, non. The
poppies.
They were crushed
before they could bloom.”
The countryside in spring?
“Oui, ma fille,
it was,
horrifying.
The red
all I can still see
is the red
everywhere
it stuck in their hair,
behind my eyes.
It was terrible, the red.”
The red was the blood,
Grandpere? The blood
of the dying soldiers?
“Non, non. The
poppies.
They were crushed
before they could bloom.”
Literature
Seven Reasons Why I Loved You.
i.
seven hours
are spent waxing lyrical and
kissing your eyelashes in the library,
studying.
you mouth the third knuckle on my right hand,
and memorize the hollow of my cheek.
ii.
tender kisses press like
afterthoughts and postscripts on my forehead:
p.s. te quiero.
iii.
you inhale so beautifully.
iv.
i will remember your iceberg-words.
the door slams with
a crash,
like a glacier being born.
Literature
Love Poem
..
last night I made a man
out of pillows and forgotten
fragments of clothes
we'd pushed into my drawers.
I held my pillow-man's hand
and made sure he wasn't too warm
because it is summer;
I'm on the second floor;
and that was always your
biggest complaint.
this morning I tried to shower
but would turn off the water and run
like a soapy dog, complete with
loyal tail wagging, to the door
thinking you'd come knocking.
You hadn't.
tomorrow will taste like
the food of a week ago
and I'll wear sunglasses,
which, if you know me,
(and you do)
will seem out of context
and like a little girl
playing dress up.
I know there are
Literature
Teachers to the Dead
While we slept,
you strapped your arm around
my chest like armor and possession,
like this one belongs to me. Together, we are
teaching the things that haunt us
to lie down in their graves.
Here, like this
your demons say to mine as
they demonstrate the art of behaving.
Together, we secure their
broken bodies and set them into six feet of
downward motion.
(but we do not follow
we cannot go in their stead)
They do not know theyre dead. Its
always a blow when we break the news.
They find themselves jealous of our
human skin and our inhaling
exhal
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