Can I See


with a moonglow

face of anticipation

she scraped my heart

off her shoes,

peeling away yesterday

dropping me on the

obituary page,

but i was not done,

love was more

than her birdhouse breasts

that held secrets

chirping in a way i could

not feed,

or those hands

that interlocked mine

for walks past lake and wood

that promised more,

conscious of her

beating out a parade

of emotions

that marched staggered and

fell under my influence,

i would have to join in

pick up the beat,

dragged from floor grazed

and bleeding,

no flowers in paper wrap,

no chocolates

or soft music,

a demonstrate grander

needed,

or else i would remain

detested and dropped,

to configure a new way to

my lfe without her.

7 thoughts on “Can I See

  1. The short lines are very powerful here. That sense of clipped short feeling – I’m not describing it well – my favorite lines about the birdhouse breasts chirping in a way you could not feed – this is so original and eccentric and yet very real and vivid too. k.

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  2. peeling away yesterday

    dropping me on the

    obituary page

    ouch, but a great way to put it….from bird house breast on is really gripping to me…great use of language and allusion there….great stuff..

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