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nancy keeps coming back from the dead
by Aaron Blairsometimes, in dreams,
you haven't died.
you sit there, wrong,
like a zombie, some
dead thing, ignoring
everything you ever
ignored when you
were still alive.
how could i have
ever told you when
you didn't want to see?
so every fist becomes
invisible, and every fuck,
behind closed doors.
your ghost-self drags
itself up from the grave
to preside over a family
that doesn't know how
to tell the truth, that
only knows how to hide.
you are the head
cut off a dysfunctional
body, and i fall asleep
to someone sewing,
clumsily stitching, you
right back on. 12/06/2003 Author's Note: I'm not happy with this one, but I thought I'd give it a post anyhow.
Posted on 12/07/2003
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/07/03 at 03:53 AM I like the flow, and the consistency of images. Very well done. |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 12/07/03 at 06:06 AM it's creepy, but the part "to someone sewing,/
clumsily stitching, you/
right back on" reminds me in meter of Poe's "there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door" in The Raven. and the sinister sense of someone loved still haunting carries over. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/10/03 at 07:40 PM Haunting and sad. The images of the head being cut off a dysfunctional family really resonates with me. Great read. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/10/03 at 08:43 PM hm. yes. punching softly it does, but the jaw marks are still left in the flesh. *tilts her head* the ending is what makes it, honestly. the build up and delivery. the rest pales in comparison. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/12/07 at 04:11 PM i'm playing the favorite's favorites game. yours is like the sixth degree, but i love this poem. it's just spectacular. i can see where you might feel it needs adjustments or revisions, but the matter is just so solid. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 06/12/08 at 06:21 PM i just came back to this one...the last comment i left was a long time ago! i wanted to re-iterate the lines and images that i really like...
"you sit there, wrong, like a zombie."
"i fall asleep to someone sewing, clumsily stitching you right back on."
these just use the best cryptic and CONCRETE images that i love. and 'wrong like a zombie' is wonderful. things aren't described as 'wrong like..' very often. |
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