ShadowA Poem by JRI believe evil exists because the postcards kept coming for months, each carefully lettered in a steady motion, punched up with colored gel pen, pictures of kittens or bears, landscapes, portraits of dead people, each unique, each so arrowed, she’d say, I’m doing fine, how are you? but I knew that wasn’t the question or she’d say, I went to Washington DC today, have you done anything lately? but again, not the question; For months, for years, from college to college, apartment to dorm to apartment, landscapes, dead people, kittens, colored gel pen and questions, she’d seen the redwoods she’d met her uncle what have I made of myself without her? She’d made me bury that blade between her shoulder bones, evil exists, she wanted to haunt me to the grave like my shadow. © 2020 JR |
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Added on May 9, 2020 Last Updated on May 9, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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