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her(e).
by Brynn Dizackhow lithe,
her boy body,
especially the ankles
(i just know this--
although i have never seen them)
her teeth,
a typewriter,
poised to tell me stories.
i can imagine things in winter:
a lit heart burrowed in jackets and scarves.
i want to give her things.
otherwise, i can't
explain it.
madeline,
madeline,
pretend we are ships,
and the ocean is glass.
pretend we are ancient things,
and the world is
unknown to us.
i think we tried too hard.
i think when the corks
sounded off from bottles,
we were already pretending.
rock-footed,
pensive,
(you just know this--
although you have never seen us.)
05/13/2009 Posted on 05/14/2009
Copyright © 2024 Brynn Dizack
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 05/14/09 at 06:17 AM "we were already pretending" - great poem. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 08/07/09 at 06:23 PM I will never understand why the best poems end up having little to no comments.
You are best. |
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