they razor
across a face opaque
as sugared absinthe, her smile-
shanks, swearing nothing
could ever come between them, nothing:
the studded starlight, the straightness
of his spine;
there was a time i would’ve moved
everything; now all
that is left is to move on,
the piles of pills uncut, un-
touched on the kitchen counter, a
caress in their cold aloneness. no
half measures in this meeting; she
reads too fast, so crazy she
mustbe in-love, in-
fatuated (i find
i do not believe youmuch, anymore), un-
characteristically alive; still, she reads
too fast, like cobblestones
coming up to meet you, & there is no
sorry in cement, like our
footsteps that day we walked
the beach in the cold, like
elbows in a coffeeshop
on a streetcorner
where they sit and argue
(will they remember my voice,
when i am dead?)
over what it means to be crazy.
the tenth muse 
there was a time i would’ve moved
everything; now all
that is left is to move on,….there is no sorry in cement…dag, that is hard….love the zoom in at the end on that momroy of the day….arguing over what it means to be crazy…ha…nice closing touch as well…
thanks, b. *smiles* hey, any chance of seeing your lovely mug around here anytime soon?
there was a time i would’ve moved
everything; now all
that is left is to move on,….I’ve been there Joanna…and it was so hard . Great write.
thanks, ayala. lotta bad feeling in this one; if we couldn’t write, not sure how we’d ever do any “moving on,” yeah?
Whew…this is outstanding.
thanks!! 🙂
“…& there is no
sorry in cement, like our
footsteps that day”
this is such a great line, as I read it to mean, for me, that past is past, no loger alterable, the impressions of our steps in wet sand become permanent like set cement
yes, i was thinking along the same lines, the sand & the cement… though the former can be washed away….
Love the simile “like elbows in a coffee shop”. Great line.
‘preciate it, ND.
Sometimes I like to chose random words and recreate them into a poem. This poem has so many rich choices…razor (as a verb), shank, in-fatuated. (and I really like your use of enjambment)!
Thanks, Victoria! I find a little experimenting with enjambment can be kinda fun at times. 🙂
This was so sad and pained – don’t worry winter’s almost over and all the bad blood shall be let. Read this on soundcloud. I’d love to hear your take on it.
thanks for the reassurance, Mosk. 🙂 but what was it on soundcloud? i must’ve missed the link.
No, sorry. I meant *you* should read this on soundcloud. I’d love to hear it… c’mon, Doc, sing it!
ahhhh. gotcha. i’ll definitely consider it. 🙂
“no sorry in cement”
I must admit, I chuckled there and that’s when you slayed me.
You come at this with a sword in hand!
Wondrously
e
poetry can indeed be a dangerous weapon, e. 🙂 thanks for dropping by.
there was a time i would’ve moved
everything; now all
that is left is to move on
My absolutely fav part! Such a poignant piece filled with lovely word pictures. Enjoyed it very much.
thank ya, lady! 🙂