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Aug 03, 2006 11:13

I wish I had seen him.
I wish our eyes could have met
when he strangled the new little baby
who had settled so comfortably in my chest
nestled between
ribs
and muscles
and vital organs.

I wish those deep forest mud-wells of wisdom
could have caught the drops of dew from the
forget-me-nots
and lilacs,
could have seen my breath catch,
could have heard my heart stop,
and my brain scream in victory,
"The glass has always been fully empty.
I will always win."

I wish those speckled leaves
had fallen in Boston, Boston

(Ice-cold memories of Boston
can I ever look at the home of
liberty and baked beans
without freezing?)

and landed on the rainy sidewalks
to be consumed
by
steel-blue puddles in the gutters.

I wish old Alex Bell had destroyed the thing
that destroyed my first hope.

I wish I hadn't answered
when a boy from Vegas shouted:

"Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!"

poetry

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