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what happened when she let her eyes open

by Stephanie Kent

one day, when they were edged in age,
she told him
she would hold a candle to the darkness of knowing
for him to see.

she sifted through all the old
boxes she kept hidden in her marrow.
she did not change a thing.
she did not make the ugly parts poetic,
and she did not make pale things pretty.

parts of what she unearthed were bad;
others made her fly with their secrets;
but she showed him them all.

she had not known that
the bad parts of her were really very bad;
he hid from them.
the parts that she loved that made her
wild with memory
made him laugh.

she wished she had made her paleness pretty,
and that she had not told him about flying.

12/03/2006

Author's Note: This is the first time I have ever written a poem while I was asleep; so I suppose I didn't really write this myself. This is all I remember from a poem I read in a dream. A concious shadow, really, as some of the words I now remember reading are not real when I am awake. I wish I could recall them...the vocabulary of a dream.

Posted on 12/04/2006
Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 03/30/10 at 08:29 AM

the starting line is great, to boot. It has that murmur, soft and low, that speaks effortlessly. Interesting.

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