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by Brynn Dizack

our relationship is that of
art-student to model
this is your profession;
to strip down to bare-bone
& i can try to capture you in
charcoaltemperagraphite your
paper-thin skin clings
wrapping you
like a wish
like a gift
like a sign that we were
indended for something more satisfactory
that writers' block / or silence
the song in the background
mirrored our inner monologues:

[i smiled
you got shy, you said,
"don't smile."
i said, "why?"
you said "just don't."
i said, "okay."
"i won't."]

& i smiled
i am holding this brush steady, i am
waiting and ready to
paint every word you say a different colour.
& under the crack-patterned windshield
under the yellow highway lights
when our fingers mingled, met & made small talk
(we shrugged and tried to ignore them...
hands these days...)
calm became
a small time bomb ticktickticking behind my eyes
& the atrophy of a small village
on the outskirts of my ribcage began.
this of course, of course, was due to you.

i want to be the moon
so people wouldn't hesitate to
look at me and
just b r e a t h e
"isn't that beautiful, reliable...bright."
"isn't that stunning." & here i am,
writing at you, shining as hard as i can
& you sometimes forget to look up
i guess that's how we make the perfect pair
always forgetting the other one's there
& i wish you were the sky
so i could stare at you for hours
without hesitation
without needing an excuse
watching you move and shift
my face would be simple and
you would be in blue.

and in a perfect world,
the sky would hold the moon.


Author's Note: i know. a boy. sooo weird.

Posted on 10/03/2002
Copyright © 2022 Brynn Dizack

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anita Mac on 10/05/02 at 04:17 PM

It's nice to know you're still alive. :o) I like the poem, it's awesome. I hope he likes it too.

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