worst fearA Poem by AlanYour Wedding day was sagging With impermanence. Another desperate plea to the Universe: My existence serves some deep hunger, My existence has become impossible. Paint your wife naked; Before birth, before potent pregnancy, Before the physical becomes shared history, Words and nothing else, Words debasing her own instance, Before she sags with impermanence, Becomes The consequence of your actions. Playboys croon of what better men Have acquired. What you will dream of And never touch. What you can touch is real, And valuable by some means, It is what you couldn’t have expected. But the unreal still blacks out your eyes. © 2020 Alan |
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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