A delicate architecture.
And you and your sword and your false-soft heart-start.
I have loved. I have lied.
The only betrayal after ten years in mourning was the bag that I packed. My eyes dry, forgetting their part of the bargain, pupils dilated in the quietest, rainiest, earliest winter.
You and I have won no beauty contests.
Your second face was late to the party. Those pink balloons have popped, or floated out to sea to kill some dolphin--smarter than us--or strangle an ancient turtle.
How do we gasp in the sea?
I asked you this once, how do fish catch their breath? You paused and said, "Like crying in the shower."
The poetry of you was always unintentional.
A misplaced tear from somewhere else.
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Wow Megan...this is one hell of a first post, I really love this. You did an excellent job of making this beautiful and meaningful but at the same time keeping it pretty casual - that is, not going overboard and getting complicated with your wording like I just did in this explanation lol.
ReplyDeleteMullin, you couldn't have said it better. Great job, Megan! Killer last line.
ReplyDeleteLoved this! I'm partial to line, "And you and your sword and your false-soft heart-start."
ReplyDeleteSwords is a such a weird word choice but completely perfect. I love it.
I love it all.
Nice job B Ranch. (New nickname? I'm trying for something original.)
-Pete
Surriously legit
ReplyDeleteI really liked this whole piece, especially the ballons line. Strong imagery.
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