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Where did I go?
I'm lost, and there's
a line painted down either
side of my mouth,
holding back my tongue,
my glass eyes staring,
unseeing, in different directions.
And my limbs don't seem to
move unless the string is
pulled; my body is immobile, and
there's a hand in my back,
hiding from view.
I'm staring up at the
puppet master's hands,
seeing only a copy of my own.
I'm lost, and there's
a line painted down either
side of my mouth,
holding back my tongue,
my glass eyes staring,
unseeing, in different directions.
And my limbs don't seem to
move unless the string is
pulled; my body is immobile, and
there's a hand in my back,
hiding from view.
I'm staring up at the
puppet master's hands,
seeing only a copy of my own.
Literature
Right
Here's the bad news:
tomorrow
there will be a bird
on your doorstep.
Dead or dying, you think
it has something to do
with me. It does not.
There's the crux
you always think
the bird should rise up
and proclaim its killer,
its savior, should point out
which cat only watched and which
opened its mouth; which cat
is not a cat but a storm
or a window or another bird
and to be honest,
I would like these things too.
But it owes us only its death,
incapable of shaming
our compulsive involvement,
our need to make the bird
about ourselves.
You want to be jury
in an empty room. You want
to hold court
for every little thing
that makes you feel.
Literature
I Didn't Know
I didn't know what to say
So I said nothing
As it turns out
That was the worst thing I could have said
Literature
Things they don't tell you.
Things they don’t tell you about losing your grandfather on a Tuesday night:
When you wake the next morning, you still
need to get out of bed in time for work, you still
have to shower, dress yourself, eat breakfast, brush
your teeth and hair;
and when your mother calls
to check in, you have to comfort her because she lost
her dad last night;
and when you call your grandmother
your voice cannot waver lest you upset her, because
she lost a man she's known for seventy years and even
though she would never hold it against you, you still
feel obligated not to cry;
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that last line is thought-provoking and eerie. Nice job. sorry to be so late to reply.