deliveryA Poem by AlanYou showed up on my doorstep You were drunk and you had flowers. You didn’t have any manners. (Neither does your father.) Your face was pinched. You waved at me with your shoulders. Your Virtues sighed and dripped curled up rested on your bottom lip. You were crying a little bit No one was telling you to stop, So you were going on in circles. Circular logic and splitting ribs From how silly it all is. You Showed up just to fall down. With you, this time I was the woman. A black eyed wet little whip of a thing That was born on the knees. So I looked away I gave you back your sweater (It would take too long to burn it.) I still remembered the shape of the shadows The porch light burnt into your skin. The shut door was angry with you. I could tell. I felt guilt. The front door told you: Shut yourself back up. © 2020 Alan |
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Added on April 25, 2020 Last Updated on April 25, 2020 Tags: breakup, break up, djuna barnes, sad AuthorAlanAbout20 years old, English major & music minor (cellist) @ NAU, they/them pronouns (she/her won't offend me, though). I want to get more practice reviewing others work and receiving criticism! instagram .. more..Writing
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