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remember:
i love you.
remember i will hold
your folded body as if it were a paper boat.
remember you can always
write me a letter. address it
to anonymous. put your whole
heart in it, struggling yet
alive.
above all, remember
mostly this:
life is transient,
but we are not. if we bury our toes
into damp soil along with the people
who leave us behind,
you and i
become no more than trees.
i love you.
remember i will hold
your folded body as if it were a paper boat.
remember you can always
write me a letter. address it
to anonymous. put your whole
heart in it, struggling yet
alive.
above all, remember
mostly this:
life is transient,
but we are not. if we bury our toes
into damp soil along with the people
who leave us behind,
you and i
become no more than trees.
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Literature
dear midnight
my earthy mattress tickles my neck
as i lay down to stare at my love,
but i am not looking over;
i am looking up.
power lines scar her stellar
dark-blue face, and city lights
pollute her skin like a thousand
spotlights on an over-powdered model.
but i am not concerned about
her blemishes; no, tonight i am here
to find flawlessness beneath
the flaws.
and so i gaze—
the stars are the freckles
on heaven's nose, and the clouds
the hair of Venus herself.
i reach up to try to sift my fingers
through her wispy white locks,
but find she is too far away.
a single star drifts across the dark
cheeks of the night, and i fear
sh
Literature
Domestic
gnashing teeth and wild horse eyes
quiver skin in the morning
the nettles sting my spine.
where is my open field,
the tongues of trumpet swans,
my dew covered courtyard
with the willow tree?
Literature
Night boat
I'm late for the theatre. Luca guiding us
down still lanes, I recline, dip a hand;
cool, sunless flow. Bleached palaces
pass, lovely homes of merchant sires.
In a damp brume, the night is falling.
My departure was recorded by spies,
Luca says, off to alert their masters
the lord-in-exile has left his quarters.
Lanterns lit, we are crossing the city.
There's a monotony to these streets
I don't dislike, and it keeps off tourists.
I shall probably stay the winter over,
though the local giovani are not
to my taste. But from what future
have I tumbled? My modern heart
backwater-bound. Drinks aboard.
Tonight, a single cup of wine. I h
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Beautiful poem. I'm particularly impressed with the title, and line, "your folded body as if it were a paper boat".