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she becomes night
by Ava Bluyour eye is black and blue
the skin around it puffy
like our arms when we carry too much
like my feet when they've walked too long in someone else's shoes
shall we dissect the evening? play it over and over
remove the innuendos
get down to the lines we formed around the room
find out why our doors stay closed
stay closed for too long
it was alcohol
and it was love
it was hate
and it was heavy
it was me
and it was you
i can hear the concerto playing
i can see the notes in your eyes
when you stretch
when you wrap a towel around my shoulders
i can hear it
laughter
echoes of our defeat
violin hands unable to hum
unable to string
there was a strangeness in the way you entered me
your hips curving in a manner i didn't recognize
like a stranger
like a bandit come to steal
yes, we've been wronged
yes, we've been given the wrong way out
my back became black
twisted from integrity lost
we can sleep somewhere else
in another day
another time
for now we should patch the holes. 12/12/2009 Posted on 12/12/2009
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/13/09 at 12:00 AM Those first two stanzas so beautifully sum up your talent for quiet ferocity. These words are spoken softly, almost dropping off the tongue without being heard at times, and yet the whole is as powerful as strapping a thousand megaphones to the loudest voice in the world and letting them knock down a city or two. You knock down those same cities without even looking up to greet them. This is outstanding work. |
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