again

heartbreak again all over again and i'm so tired of being the other girl

Again there is tinder here and the crackling of leaves.

I feel in the space between my lungs dry air

And cold like the first days of fall.

What is wrong with me,

That I am consumed by fire and yet give no heat?

Why am I like a damp and fallen tree?

Atop my abdomen grow fly agaric caps.

The old sap beads and falls away.

 

My throat has the clenched feeling of saltwater swell

I weep salt tears, make pillars atop the earth with my weeping.

Do not look back, o faithless one. 

You shall become a column of salt, atop which I rest

Dreaming sentient, sphinx.

Answer my riddle, my poem, my power and prayer,

I shall love your or consume you, a leopard in the dark.

You have not chanced the meeting of my paws to your fragile sternum.

 

An ermine cloak and padded cat feet

Glide over the polished floors in the morning

Cold like the rain that fell in the night

I clasp my knees, shiver

Drenched in the dew and moldering.

I am alone now �"

The forest and the panpipes are paved over again while

The relentless wind moves over the surface of the waters.

 

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

it may seem like you're 'the other girl' but you're just reaching for things that are not there...every Buddhist worth her salt, knows that's the suffering of samsara...this is where patience becomes the virtue...what is yours will reach for you...that's the one worth considering, don't you know

[Emily B]

oh, of course, Ed already found you

I'd like to join your fan club