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i'm rusty

the big fat summer

hovers over our heads

summered up and dusty

we are trying to crosshatch

ourselves over eachother

atleast i'm

even though i know

remembering isn't one of your best faculties

Reviews

[abhas]

well i'm back after 2 whole months and boy am i glad that some things havent changed... this uncanny way of writing is still mesmerising ... and even though i dont understand what you mean sometimes... i still like the way you write...

[Jibey]

Enigmatic and intriguing... 'summered up and dusty' - I liked it

[paul]

love the title.
'summered up' - awesome !
yes, we are trying to crosshatch - we don't know any better.

[Siddhartha]

Oh,remembrance is dangerous - it mingles with nostalgia to become a colored lens that makes us perceive our past just like our heart wanted but then they are also what makes us human, and summer is the time when it all comes crashing down. Quite fitting for spring is the season of dreams. You've articulated so much in so few words, and the streak of confessionalism that runs through this poem reminds me in some ways of Sylvia Plath. Loved this poem as much as I love her works.

[Khaaki]

memory is mysterious, we sometimes forget important things but hold some flimsy memories close...

[Emily B]

remembering is scary stuff, I save that miracle for darker days, when the clouds have already rolled in

or something like that