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because I slept
by Ava Bluwed pour peroxide down your ears
I was always amazed by the yellow fizzle
swooshing onto the tissue
(I wanted more than dirt to come clean)
one night, as you slept,
I poured alcohol down your ear
trying to burn her excess away
in the morning, when you awoke,
you could not hear
as I told you I found a bead
inside my ear
it was shiny as a pearl
perfectly blemished
(it didnt belong to me)
through tears, I showed you
a picture of her
wearing a necklace
missing a bead.
07/05/2005
Author's Note: hmm...where is this going??
The doc really did find a bead
in my ear when I was 18.
Posted on 07/05/2005
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 07/08/05 at 06:57 AM I'm still sifting thru the layers of this, but i like it. Good job, as always, Jeanna. still, I'm not ready to write a poem about that marble i stuck in my nose as a boy... |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 07/09/05 at 05:14 PM Where is it going? I do like the idea of peroxide and alcohol cleaning more than dirt... It's nice. ;o) |
| Posted by Quinn Vokes on 07/25/05 at 03:28 AM I feel as if there is a story here that I will never know the history of, but it's okay because the little bit I am shown is enough to give the idea that there is something more. I love the way you write, you are a true artist. ~Qu |
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