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    Nov

    poem I wrote for seminar. the spacing may not come out right, but I still like it.


    Asymmetry

    I was once in love. Like red on white

    I spattered my heart for you across the sky

    in a pulsing full moon surrounded

    by residue droplets: stars.

    My mouth went numb tracing the divots and bumps of your name so I tried

    being quiet till you found me (always behind the curtains).

    My love was not a blue-tinged early morning:

    it kicked, it banked sharply and asked for more

    or less.

    And I was that jealous thing that hisses and whines

    so I craved you like sugar in coffee

    (or a side of cherries)

    and I missed the empty spaces of your ears.


    But you were once in love as well

    and whispered to the worms about

    sun rays on skin. A heat that is better

    (than tomato soup) in winter, because it is inside everywhere

    and not just your stomach and hands.

    You fell into the curves of feet on feet, the points

    of elbows, and backs of knees. Your camera

    pleaded with me to be still or wait (anything, anything but waver).

    You wanted to keep the moments like fireflies in a jar,

    but they insist on flying and escaping their prison of clarity.

    And your fingers were mountains eroding

    down the keys as time sped

    forward with the treble clef


    Our ribs lay stacked on each other like

    the pile of books that we kept in the corner and forgot

    with the coming of the dust. And we twisted over and out

    into hurricanes of sheets and hair

    and a musty room that would not leave us

    alone with our thoughts but

    beat them into our brains with the pounding

    footsteps of the upstairs neighbors. We rolled

    ourselves in evening dew to wait for day and rot the floors.

    So I sneered and you loved and you yelled and I loved

    And we could not match our reflections

    to all the mirrors in our house.

    And we remembered how we used to lie here (and want nothing).

    And we tried

    not to look at each other.

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