3A Poem by Miss Coralnapo
I don’t believe~
you when you send me down to the corner store and I watch the windows as my feet carry through each crack of every pavement and you disappear into dark behind curtains or him or the simple blackness of my eyes not seeing forever and ever you are gone even if it is for five minutes, you are gone and I forget, I think. I don’t believe summer autumn winter exist because I can see flowers budding trees reaching out with their clumsy pink and rosy fingers tea soaked and cut plum tell me how are they dried out and dead when I pluck their branches and they sing? I cannot be expected to believe that I had blue eyes that my hands were small or my smile was wide?" my skin cracks with each hand shake and my bones ache and ache something like the pressure of a faucet or a current or an ocean pushing each rib into my small, shrivelled stomach. (replaced, soon, past? I don’t believe that either. it does not have a name and it is not real) I believe in the firmness of ground but only when I’m walking on it or stooping close to find my handprints and footprints from another age of wet cement although those I do not remember those, that name is my name but another’s and I cannot believe I believe in heat rain that everything is in vain because there is no futurepresentpast but only foot, tread, rhythm the coldness of air where the small of my back is exposed by a too short shirt and my neck cold in spring air curved like a turtle or an instrument, aged, croaking notes out as its churlish bow is bent I can speak and believe but only as long as the sounds last © 2012 Miss Coral |
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Added on April 1, 2012 Last Updated on April 1, 2012 AuthorMiss CoralPrague, Bohemia, Czech RepublicAbout18 year old girl, third culture kid. I like writing and swing music. Probably not super active. kissingtherivermouth.tumblr.com more..Writing
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