We Must Hate Ourselves and Each OtherA Poem by Molly AldrichFor Eric.
Once, we spoke without words.
The cliché of body language became exactly as expected. The dialogue two shapes make in silence. On that day, you turned the radio down to hear my hand connect with yours and hold it tightly. A complete lack of expectation or precedence. The me-you story problem. If two trains are traveling towards each other at the same speed on a cloudless blue day how many bystanders will die? I was never very good at math but I can count the casualties on my fingers. These days, we waste our young brilliance sitting on piers and listening to seagulls. You tell me that this could be the ocean. We could be in a movie. That makes us equally uncomfortable. It’s warm for June and freshwater does not breed barnacles so the wooden pilings burst from the waves" clean. Back in time, back in your car, you were lost somewhere in the haze of smoke and fogged contact lenses. You asked me to read the poems I wrote you. I take too many artistic liberties to enjoy showing people poems about them. I dread the fact they know the things that never really happened. You heard every poem despite their lies. We will never be strangers again and that is heavy and cold to the touch. Friday, there will be a party at a mutual friend’s. He will ignorantly introduce us anyway. © 2011 Molly Aldrich |
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Added on August 3, 2011 Last Updated on August 3, 2011 AuthorMolly AldrichTraverse City, MIAboutI hate writing these things. They make me feel as if I don't know myself at all. more..Writing
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