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ghost of that girl

by Mark Pashia

i came home today
and found a puppy in the postal box
licking letters
not ready to be sent
it was disturbing
so i tossed salt over my shoulder
and buried my blue heart in the backyard

again

i have a pet apple named eve
on tuesdays
we go to the reptile garden
and pray for restraint
seldom do the serpents
wave hello
or goodbye for that matter

it seems
that once when i was young
i wished upon a falling star
but forgot the wish
now i'm taking taxis
to have memories removed

in ten years
at two hundred dollars an hour
i might remember

if god had green eyes

05/01/2011

Posted on 05/01/2011
Copyright © 2020 Mark Pashia

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/02/11 at 09:41 PM

A lot of really interesting visuals at play here. This is great storytelling.

Posted by Ava Blu on 05/03/11 at 10:38 PM

Very strange imagery, things I wouldn't have put together yet they work. Welcome back to pathetic.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 05/06/11 at 01:39 AM

... excellent...welcome to Pathetic.....

Posted by Kristine Briese on 05/06/11 at 10:45 PM

I like the three distinct sets of imagery, all of them pleasant. Welcome.

Posted by Paganini Jones on 05/18/11 at 05:14 PM

I love love love this. An immediate fave.

Posted by George Hoerner on 10/16/11 at 02:02 PM

With a poem like this you are certainly a welcome member. This piece deserves POTD as it is today. Great write!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/16/11 at 06:02 PM

Familiar cliches and rituals used in a most unique manner. I really love the "pet apple" stanza. Congrats on POTD.

Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/27/11 at 06:00 AM

Unique and promising poetry. I look forward to seeing more of your personality.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/29/16 at 07:55 PM

Finely crafted piece of writing, Mark.

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