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Canopy Bridges (Revised)

by Angela Thomas

I know the truth about you. I crawled back into your life
last night, after everyone had gone to sleep. I sneak
around because someone finding out would mean
much more than just a slap on the wrist, for both

of us. You're high profile and carry so much
on your shoulders, literally. There are the hundreds of pounds
piled on under the stress of your back, and the six
little white pills it took to get you through five hours.

As cliche as it is, I kissed every inch of you last night,
trying to remember your smell, the hardness
your body gave off and the softness that lay curled up
just under your eyes, resting on your cheeks. You can't

lie to me because under the canopy bridge, I know the truth.
I know why we hit the snooze button for that fifteen
more minutes of pretending to sleep, dragging our lips
across each others hands and trying to hold on to the night

like it was a roof in a storm, it's leaving, and there's nothing
we can do about it. Still, you do give me the most beautiful
sleep. There is truth in this, truth in that I know you, the scared
twenty year old who lost his father three weeks ago. And you spent

last night watching me morph from an unsympathetic authority
figure to a woman who just wanted to rub the pain away
and take the word sacrifice off your back. It's the canopy
that keeps these secrets. I'll see you in a few days, when
you have a break, and some new scars for me to tend to,
under the canopy.

01/04/2005

Posted on 01/04/2005
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/11/08 at 08:47 PM

speaker and subject are intriguing in this poem. i like the dynamic

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