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by Brynn Dizack

there was a silence suddenly so heavy that
we became it
skins meshed together,
twisted & strung out over dry bone frames,
pulling the fabric of our overlap over long hollow
spaces too large for us to cover //
there was a moment i knew it had finally happened //
and besides us breathing there was the tiniest sound from inside her throat / from under our skins the shattered splintering of two tiny glass toothpicks hitting marble from thirty feet up // in that moment we became a drum

beating out the lesson and
had it been less painful
i may have taken for granted
a real skyline
boston in the winter
the warmth of her skin
the uncharted maps of
your capabilities
and the way she sounds when i touch her
all these things
floating
half a year inside a bubble//

in my dream there were tests with qustions i didn't know the answers to/when the slow dust of dawn finally settled onto our sleeping chests there had been too much // the morning was silent and sticky // bodies pillowcased in dark memories of beer and salsa music / stacked thick on each other like white sandbags in the man-made walls of trenches taking gunfire like communion;; protecting us, inside of shells,// your breathing and my blinking, i held my breath for this and now there is nothing

01/11/2004

Author's Note: remember,

Posted on 01/11/2004
Copyright © 2024 Brynn Dizack

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Travis G Finborg on 05/12/07 at 08:10 PM

very well written, It was easy to feel the loss. You made it very tangible. Good poem.

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