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[mercywaits.livejournal.com]

Reflection

You say, This feels like goodbye,
and I stay quiet, curl the sheets
in my hands so I can touch
something solid. Through the dark
I see the bicycle in the corner,
the map on the wall, the dragons
rising from the flat ocean.
I’m sad, you say, are you?
No answer. Enough talk tonight.

No answer? Enough talk tonight,
you say. I’m sad – are you?
Rising from the flat ocean
of the map on the wall, dragons
wrest the bicycle from the corner.
Nothing’s solid in the dark,
or in my hands. I want touch
but stay quiet, curl up in the sheets.
You say, This feels like goodbye.

-- Katharine Hunt

Comments

[brassdaughter.livejournal.com]

Amazing timing for this poem.

[lilac-spring.livejournal.com]

This hits home right about now.

[gh0stmeat.livejournal.com]

oh, the poem reflects. in both senses of the word, i mean.
/slaps forehead, sighs

[melodily.livejournal.com]

Love the reflection, love the poem.

[sirfeste.livejournal.com]

wow.

[mehinda.livejournal.com]

Where was this published? Tried to Google Katharine Hunt but came up with personal websites and a philosophy journal (which appeared unrelated).