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subtle knife

by Brynn Dizack

were we not the same

difference? the same nothingness, multiplied by itself?
wasn’t she also too much for this world?

yes, yes, but differently:
because she consisted wholly of light,
and i had become a nothingness that could not
reflect it back to her.

she loved me without a face, without a name, without any caution at all, but
she is not built to understand me.

who aren’t i, now, when for so long,
i have not been myself? i thought maybe that self
had gone. that i’d refracted,

permeated some thin wall, into that nothingness.

darkness is not a name,
but a permutation of beyond. i won’t tell you

where i’ve gone. our love has only pained us
with the insistence of old truths. you want to turn the page,

define every emptiness:
but it is too late.

my skin whispers
shed, shed, shed.
become a new thing,
stop wringing your hands of what is,

what is not.


i am already
in the beyond.
fumbling through vantablack, bruising my joints
each time something solid narrows my path.
there are no maps to or from here,
no signs, only outstretched fingertips.

you cannot exist here unless you have
lost something.

here, we will know each other
less.

here, we move more as water

than as living things. if you ever find this place, you will feel yourself
lose the independent will to retain form;
shift to fit the confines of your vessel.

you will pool in the lowest of spaces,
until you no longer know your own shape.


04/20/2017

Posted on 04/20/2017
Copyright © 2017 Brynn Dizack

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rob Littler on 04/21/17 at 07:42 PM

I so like the confidence to stop wringing hands. It reminds me of a group hike recently and there was this young girl who was always at least 100 yards away, and each time the group would reach her resting point, she would move on--almost at a merciless pace--not to get away but just to be moving away. I could see it in her eyes. She was already gone.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/24/17 at 10:25 AM

This ode is quite remarkable. Congratulations on POTD.

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