1996-2025
look--how connected we are, we two
look--how far away the stars' gleam
who's to tell tomorrow what life-sized
event can make us seem separate too
rain protests like Rorschach shrapnel
against the mouths of the buildings
that swallow us, windows watching
us spend outlawed, ongoing words
my mind, just a machine of memory
all my notes veering between theory
or grocery lists... and in your mind
life a dimming rhythm of wrongs
you dwell on answers, staying only
for the songs: yes, yes, yes, and no
O, though it starts in a field of fear
my heart was there for you to hold
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Somehow it's a year since S, At's ex, died by suicide.
(I tried to work with the different connotations of "lifeline" like umbilical cords, palm creases in fortune telling, lifespans, and maritime rescue.)
Pic: Seagulls along a Saronic coastline.
10 comments:
A year? Oh wow. Sending lots of love on this very sad anniversary. xo
Take care.
Wow, a year already. It seems as if that just happened. Hugs to you and to At.
Oh, my. A year. Time, like so many things, is an eternal mystery.
The third stanza of this is so poignant and so true. And the final stanza's use of sound (assonance, alliteration) is truly special.
A year? It seems like yesterday. Biggest hugs. This is beautiful.
Thank you, Nicole XO
Thank you
Inexorable... Thank you, Steph <3
Thank you, Nance <3
Thank you, Jeanie <3. (I guess that means you've been a kind friend for a whole year now!)
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