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A Poem by Sasavet

The past visits unannounced
for seconds at a time:
lightning striking a clear sky
with no storm to come. 
Regret hovers within safety
this way. 

Chunks of memory 
rain down like debris,
the remnants of a tornado - 
an old mattress torn by shovels
and coral. 
It is still cradling the scent
of the tree from childhood
that has just been forgotten,
but whose fantasy worlds
still live within. 

The memory of soaring
out of mind, not muscle,
as biceps twitch
still reaching out
like a lighthouse searching
above a glass-still sea. 

The future alway seemed to be
an endless shore
surrounded by shallow water
now a winding road
leading somewhere
other than blackness,
somewhere other 
than the continuation
of an identity
gradually
collapsing
in on
itself.

Now, here I am
scaffolding myself
to stop collapsing
because picking you up
is more motivating than it ever was
to pick up myself. 

Some nights we walk under the stars
and you don't feed me the lines
about all those we see that are dead, 
their last glimmer gasps still lingering
or haunting.
You point out hypothetical locations
for where stars are alive
whose light is still only theirs
while my womb softly burns. 

And some nights the limbs of the past
still wrap around like a boa constrictor;
some days I can feel the cold
of the winter I summoned
to smother the sun
that was so close
and so
out of reach - 
the winter
that is always on the precipice
of "almost gone."

Now, here I am 
picking up myself in order
to pick you up. 
No, this wasn't the beginning I wanted,
a girl too weak to learn
to function without always hurting
(just a little)
to keep the beast inside
from running wild
sustaining productivity 
off of hunger, a voice
calling out faintly
in the pitt of me
always responding
"Yes, I hear you" 
and then leaving it be. 

Now, here I am no longer
living for meaningless
while raking all meaning
from my yard
like dead leaves. 

Now, here I am finding meaning
through pushing you up a hill
every day, to have us roll down
in the evening. 
I embrace you,
sweating and panting,
struggling to say
that it was only when I acknowledged
I know nothing
that I was open
to start finding. 

All I know
is that we are headed
someplace that breathes
building a home with our footsteps
that are always washing away.
All I know
is that the winter is outside
this time.

© 2016 Sasavet


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Sasavet
Sept '16

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