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11/20/11
by Meghan HelmichI've always been exceptional
at organizing a parade like a bruise,
starting red and purple with
the broken vessels
and coming to find a yellowed
healing in the mourning
of things that have never been --
the wake of my dignity,
a funeral for your affection. 11/22/2011 Posted on 11/22/2011
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 11/22/11 at 10:09 PM Interesting read. I had to read it a second time to read it a second and third time to fully appreciate it. :) |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 11/23/11 at 05:34 AM i agree that it's an interesting read, leaves me thinking of its true meaning, which I like. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/24/11 at 03:37 PM That first line just floored me. Outstanding. |
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