August Evening
I disclosed a l l of it to you
As if it wasn’t eight years ago
The tears
The blame
The secrets I was forced to keep
The uneaten food wrapped up in her spit napkins
Eight years ago
I believed I deserved the guilt
You were calm. You were careful. Studying my words, my hastily made breaths.
Tears dripped voice cracked
Calm steady listener you understood
Everything s p i l l e d out onto the couch where we have grown
And I believe for the first time the guilt was gone
Somewhere In Between Tape 7 and 8
Her words stabbed me as if seeking revenge after years of imprisonment
The retching crawled through the bathroom walls and forced itself through my ears seeping in
Childhood wrote me its farewell letter wishing me luck as it caught a one way train to better memories
I got lost in the tapes of home videos looking for where her silly smile abandoned us
My beautiful friend, this wasn’t who you were
An Uncomfortable Disquisition
I remember the way you stared at me when I abandoned you for eluding friends. I trekked miles with you in silence, ina despairing hope that it would make up for what I’ve done: Left school early. Ate you shares. Told bad jokes.
Those diagnosed are not the only affected. I would haul your pain and put it
in the depth of my stomach, mold it over, built up a castle, build an empire.
I’d take the hurt again if an encore meant it’d smooth out your beautiful skin, patch up your hair,
bring the corners of your mouth in line with your nose.
Again. Redo. Take it back. Delete.
But it’s closed–the case, the discussions, the sessions. Only with snapped fingers and snipped tongues can we pry open to details once again. I would never foresee all I would need is a smile “you are doing great.”
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Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read her work.
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I enjoyed your work today. Each poem, direct, honest and true. My kind of poetry. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
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