The Past and Pending

July 23, 2012 at 12:32pm
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Poem #1

There was nothing to us but tongue and soot.

We lived in the ashes of our fathers

of our crying mothers,

constantly searching for whatever it was we thought we had lost.

Even though, I believe, you cannot lose something

if you never owned it.

We lived on the outskirts of town and caught fireflies in our jars.

They were twinkling like city lights we’d never seen

on the night that I crawled through your bedroom window.

Your curtains were soft on my face

your bedsheets were dying on your floor

your eyes were wide open.

We did not sleep.

We could not sleep.

Our mouths tasted like fire

on the night that I crawled through your bedroom window.

There was nothing to us but tongue and soot.