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A Eulogy for a Girl Who Hasn't Died
by Aaron BlairI have a million and a half words;
each as futile an attempt as the last
to explain this thing to you.
Verbosity is a symptom of impotence.
I'll try to talk about it so much
it gets tired of itself and leaves.
That's a dream not so much pretty as practical,
but still improbable enough.
I know that every speech I make
is a eulogy for a girl who hasn't died.
I can't quite decide if she is me,
and if she's not, why do I still care? 02/04/2007 Posted on 02/05/2007
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christina Gleason on 02/06/07 at 12:13 AM This is sort of heartwrenching. "I'll try to talk about it so much / it gets tired of itself and leaves." and those last for lines are really, really solid. |
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