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Questions for Nancy

by Aaron Blair

Where have you gone?

I picture you in the
celestial holding pin,
nothing any more sacred
than an American cow,
chewing cud of memories
until the gravity of
the world releases you.

Still, the practicality
of my faithlessness demands
a simpler answer. You fizzled
out like spilled soda, were
absorbed by the hungry ground,
lost and gone forever to
anything but the realm of
photo albums, fond recollections.

I try to imagine your face,
eyes closed, the gasping
fish-mouth of last breath
painted on you for eternity.

I push that image away,
into white satin and pine,
into zombie nightmares.
Truth is, I never even saw
what was left once animation
decided to abandon you.

So why are you still haunting me?

02/27/2004

Author's Note: Another writing.com slam poem. This time the prompt was to ask questions. So I asked questions of a dead person, so as to keep on the path I am on, you know, of morbid death obsession and suicidal angst. It suits me. If the title and the subject matter seem familiar, see "nancy keeps coming back from the dead" and understand why. They're not about the same thing, but close enough, and the same person, certainly. Personally, I think this poem is much better than that one.

Posted on 02/27/2004
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