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can you say hello today?
by Ava Bluin silence, we breathe in opposite ways
we find it difficult to sing aloud the whispers in our ears
we ride against the bedpost,
gyrating in and out of consciousness
screaming in and out of being someone else
in your hair, I find a string
I pull
slowly I pull it all the way through
you say you don’t know where it came from
you say you haven’t a clue how it got there
you call me moonbeam,
you say, “moonbeam, I wouldn’t lie”
and I continue to pull
thread after thread
as they yawn at me,
they are bored with my accusations
these fucking strings,
these fucking threads never end
“moonbeam, you know I love you”
the moon is mocking me now
it’s laughing at my attempt to find comfort in your pet name for me
you’ll sip your coffee,
I will pull and pull
but the moon won’t stop laughing
and these strings, these fucking strings aren’t inside my head
it’s you,
because you couldn’t say hello when we first met
because you said hello to someone else
now her strings are left behind
and it’s getting harder to gulp.
11/29/2009 Author's Note: i have no idea
Posted on 11/30/2009
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/30/09 at 06:03 AM Your no idea is brilliant. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 11/30/09 at 10:25 AM "screaming in and out of being someone else" is the best line of the day. And I'll second Nanette's compliment. :) |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/01/09 at 02:16 AM So much of your work begs to see added life in a spoken word setting, and this is one of the pieces that should be at the top of that list. There's so much going on in here that it's honestly to keep up with your train of thought at times. I don't think I'll be able to read this one less than a half-dozen times in the first sitting alone. I'm very much in love with that second stanza. It's something I want to point to should I ever have to tell someone about the poets who I truly feel have the greatest understanding of voice and tone. There's something frantic in that second stanza, a flash of madness and anger that's greater and more powerful than even you might have expected. That's not something I can recall seeing a lot of in your work. I want to imagine this one surprised you a little. The whole thing is great, don't get me wrong, but that second stanza is going to be very, very difficult to shake off. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 12/02/09 at 04:16 AM i like this very much too |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 12/04/09 at 03:18 PM i love this piece, how u thread us all in ur writing process, even when u have no idea, lol...I am hanging on a string and loving it...peace, jewels |
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