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I See You (Part IV)

by Uriel Tovar

"I wait in the shadows of the
crumbling halls
which held you together
with with wax dental floss."

Your smile always made me gag
I was always repulsed by your social grace and
clean cut mannerism.

I ate you
with a dinner fork and a steak knife
cutting clean around the bone.
I drank you dry too many times.
I crawled in you
I ate your desires and puked them out
into you soup bowl.

You swallowed it whole
--like the sickness which i lent you--
Drank it dry and smiled at me
with filth still in the cracks of
your gaping teeth.

Breaking bones is always
what i wanted best--A wine glass cutting
the thin conversation
which our songs held in
uninflated balloons.

But i was never sure which of us was leading the dance.

We were both broken and both
held weight
but I couldn't be sure if you were keeping rhythem.
I was never good at counting.

We died together at the table
let the dinner grow cold
let mold gather around the fruit and
the meats turn green and rancid.
The sour taste always left my lips dry
but you never used that sparkly lip gloss which i
bought you. Someone else's scent was always
on your sleeves.
I was content with seeing you grow
but never realized the floss would break
it always seemed as thick as spider silk.

03/05/2007

Posted on 03/05/2007
Copyright © 2022 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Paul Lastovica on 03/06/07 at 12:19 AM

I like how the word dry keeps popping into my mind as I read this - as if everything surrounding this particular moment is brittle and on the brink of break.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/10/08 at 02:10 PM

this disgusts me in a delicate and beautiful way. it's really painful to read and (i imagine) to write. but i enjoyed it.

also noticed a couple things you might want to look at. S6 should be 'rhythm,' yes? and S5..you use the word 'uninflated,' which surprisingly doesn't bother me, however, i think the word you're looking for is 'deflated.'

i do really like this poem a lot. it's tangible.

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