You have my word.

Words have power: that must count for something.

What to ask after the wreckage

The fourth poem of a challenge to write thirty, in thirty days.

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There are some things you know
better than to ask questions about.
The stain in the bathroom stall.
The naked boy at the traffic light.
The pyramid of beer cans.
The burn hole in the bathroom mat.
The reason she’s still with him.
The tie on the door.
The ring on her finger.
The ring on her wrist.
The wrung ring on her wrist.
The ripe wrung ring on her wrist.
The raw ripe wrung ring on her wrist.
The reminder raw ripe wrung ring on her wrist.
The rape.
The wreckage.
The ruins.
The remnant.
The remains.

There are none;
so ask your questions.

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Read the first three here:

Tighter than fear

Do not wish me to be true

Listen

Listen.

Poem 3 of 30 in a challenge – post a poem every day, for 30 days. If you’re reading this, I nominate you to do this challenge too. If not poetry, in your own way – do something consistently for 30 days.

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Listen.
Listen to what she will not say
when you clear the dinner table
before she’s done.
Listen to what she will not say
on the morning you leave
without a kiss.
Listen to what she will not say
in the moments she weeps
and you put the radio on.
Listen.
Listen to what she will not say
when your son is born
and he doesn’t yet have a name.
Listen to what she will not say
when she washes your clothes
stained with another woman.
Listen.
Listen to what she will not say
at your grave.
Listen.

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Read previous poems in this challenge here:

Day 1: Tighter than fear

Day 2: Do not wish me to be true

Do not wish me to be true

This is the second poem of my thirty day poem writing challenge:

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Why do you believe in me?
What makes you wish
on parts of me that blow away
in the wind?
Your dreams and rainbow ends
are no more likely to make me come true
than my own face
is likely to be reflected in the moon.
It’s the sun, you see,
and I will never give as much light.
I am careful to keep
(most of)
it to myself
lest the irony of dark
snuff it out.
So rather than me,
believe in the night –
it is solid,
it is always –
turn your wishes to the stars
so when they do one day fall
I can choose whether to come true
or
whether to keep blowing away from you.

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Read Day 1 here: Tighter than fear

Tighter than fear

I was given a poetry challenge of Facebook and figured why not post here what I write there. The challenge is to write a poem a day for thirty days. So here is the first of five:

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You will not be for
gotten or taken for
granted for
you are a gift.
Present day holds you;
I promise:
as long as I am here and
as long as you are here and
as long as there is day and
as long as my memory lasts…
You will not be for
saken or left for
dead for
you are my life.
I hold you,
tighter than fear has ever held me
my dear.

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