Rueful intruder, you were absent for so long; what gives you the right to slip forth as a fresh fleshly greengreengreen leaf under my door? You are a shape of hard angles, cubed edges and limbs scrubbed in white that smell of lye, white smoke drifting towards my kitchen counter, face bending as a ghost, most of this a fever, at the sight of you in shivershivershiver Be gone you are dead—do you hear me dead forever! Hot mesmeric denial infatuating my legs forward, yawning these pale stiff wings, a collapsing twig splitting under the weight of unreality Don’t you dare spread your arms to catch me! you are lost lover
nothing more. I repeat, nothingnothingnothing more than smoke and dream. Nothing more. I will still hate you, even as you hold me. Even as you lift me from the floor.
2 thoughts on “Faint (A Memory in Prose)”
ah, Truly Wonderful!
I was wondering if perhaps I could ask for a few minutes of your time and make a request that is very dear and near to many here at WordPress with my followers and the followers of others…
We have 140 contributions to date, and I am trying again to rope in
as many contributors to the Poets for Peace challenge
(in place until this the end of August). The many voices in response
to this have been fantastic, and I’d love you to add yours (again,
if applicable) if you can. Feel free to use an existing piece of
writing or a new one asking for peace and/or about the troubled
times in which we live.
If you are interested, please leave your poem in the comments
section of Neha’s blog and it will be added.
Thank you –
Your voice matters.
‘We are so grateful to be part of this community where poets and
creative minds from around the world stand together uniting for PEACE!
This collaboration is open till August 31st and we hope to see more of
you join in!’
I would be happy to join and participate! Thank you for contacting me. 🙂