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Lily,

who didn’t

feel like she

was that

important.

Lily,

who felt like

she was

always sinking.

Lily,

when his gaze

fell upon

her.

 

Lily.

 

For a few

seconds.

 

Lily.

 

For a few

seconds.

 

Lily,

he gave her

a green and

verdant

view of

this world.

 

Then somehow –

 

Lily.

 

Finally

seeing with

her eyes wide

wide open.

 

Lily,

thinking she

was never

meant to die.

there are

some small

brown winged

moths

in this

collection –

seen in

the right

light –

their

Mottled wings

hold a

certain

Incandescence-

an

internal glow-

heavier

than the

ornate

gilded

frames they

have been

placed

pinned

and

hung in.

 

I wake

at 6 am

eyelids

gut

hands

fluttering.

I remember

Now

that your

voice

sounded

as flat

and

Pinned

as the

gold framed

moths

i once

hung

on our

hallway wall.

You are:

eerie

resounding

sound,

real unreal.

Dusk and

full shadow,

seen unseen.

A suddenly

certain

uncertainty.

The ghost

in

my head.

 

she

loses

misplaces

finds

invents.

all

her

words.

they

were

buried

somewhere

beneath

this

clumsy

shedding

of

her

skin.

beneath

this

in

sis

tent

pulse.

beneath

this

et

er

nal

eve

rlas

ting

din.

for a time

i thought

that

i could

contain

myself,

saw success in

a neat

magical binding

with chain

and

with lock

and  with cage.

 i

took this cage.

Submerged it.

Plunged it into

water

and depth

and darkness…

Turns

out that

I am

an escape artist,

a Houdini like

tendency

for unpicking

dissembling

the knots

 allononelongbreath

roomfornomorenow

rising

from

the supposed

dead.

all day.

she talked to

no one.

oh yes,

her mouth surely opened

and closed.

Fish like.

And the words

came out-

but they were,

after all,

just words.

Her vocal chords working

just the way they

should.

making sounds making words making sounds

making words making sounds

 really –

just sounds.

all day.

all around her

people doing the same thing.

all day.

she watches

their mouths their lips

their tongues their teeth

move

sounds more sounds

words less words.

all day.

and maybe I

found a valley

that could have

been

contentment.

but the sides

were

so deep

so high

so precariously

tooth edged angular,

circled in,

they were sure to

bite me.

I chose to follow

the cowardly ridge.

Now I am marooned

on the sharp

spur of

indecision

and eventual

cliff fall

end.

i had carefully aligned

and ordered

all the angles

 all the lines

in my life,

edge straight edge

straight edge to

straight edge.

the pattern made

comforting sense.

yet,

you have

somehow

come along

and,

so easily,

with

one deft turn of hand,

a flick of fingers,

turned and

tilted all

those borders crazily

against

 each other,

chaos breaching

my

 self imposed

order.

i watched you stretch

out your hand

and,

as

carelessly

as if it were

a weed,

pluck my heart

from

my chest.

i remember that

 you held it

up to the

sun,

seemingly admiring the

red gleam glisten

 faint

pulsation

until it

finally stopped.

bright shine viscera

dangled from

your fist

like tendrilled

roots,

my soul

clinging

like  mud tied

dirt.

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