A(path)y

all his qualities came
in varieties of neon black;
neatly folded
into the creases of her exuberance.
her smile faltered
on the morning of their third year
& when push came to shove,
she shoved.

– black –

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6 thoughts on “A(path)y

  1. I hope it isn’t too wanky (ha, I’m cursing on your blog!!) to say – this reminded me of a poem of my own. Rather than make you hunt it out – I’m putting it here. Feel free to delete after reading 🙂

    Misses

    I push her off the cliff

    Seize her hand

    Her eyes reflect fear

    Soles at right angles

    We balance less than a second

    Dance insanely, minutely

    Goodbye slackens our faces

    I collapse to my knees

    Then my belly

    This dying move becomes our first breath

    I am stable like this

    She climbs my arm, over me

    Stands

    Cries

    Kicks me in the ribs and over the edge

    Grabs my leg

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