nasreen's rib creatureA Poem by may
there was a sense of normalcy in the midst of a boring afternoon
i loved the part where we lazily woke from a short slumber and carried on there was nothing to it, our loved ones were dying still and no matter what happened next she would’ve been a dead woman anyway there was rain and then came the peeking sun, offering the day a gentle kiss on its puffy cheek of soft cloud don’t be sad, i can fix everything that’s ever been broke now you had a beautiful fair haired boy that charmed me beyond reason and i often turned red whenever we crossed paths on the stairway how does one boy paint the whole entire world the loveliest shade of emerald then pack up and leave i always found it cruel to leave, to levitate, to grow a mother out of your own ribs albeit doable, but still cruel i heard someone once call him an addict, and i felt my own thoughts turn into my mother’s i reckon i don’t know much about him either and truthfully my careless predisposition has often fooled me in the past into claiming my opinion could even delve beyond the palpable surface of a stranger so, perhaps i can say this instead, this isn’t about you this is merely about one thing you’ve done in one moment in time that changed the pace of everything what am i to make of it? i was dancing, and dancing often made me stupid, and stupid made me kind and kindness meant one thing only: there's trouble in town so i never told my mother about where i’ve been that day in my nonsensical paranoia, i figured she knew somehow i felt guilty though, for that evening i found my mother rather stifling and before i went to bed i wondered what had nasreen’s mom made them for dinner do you remember the evenings where we would pretend? i didn’t realize it was pretending we were doing, i just figured there were days we were happy and others we weren’t still, i would try to discern the rhyme of it all, where did the joy come from and could we keep it could you stay for once? © 2020 may |
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