|I will not apologize.|
Re-forget.I’ll tell you, I’ve been lost more times than I can countRe-forget. by Ebony-Tiger
somewhere between tomorrow night and yesterday -
where seconds burn a bit too brightly,
and regret leaves bitter afterimages
on every memory.
But now and again,
you can string together love and forgiveness and relief
into something that tastes a bit like salvation,
riding on the heels of another merciless sunrise.
To Indiana"Is there anything you want me to say? Is there anything you need to get off your chest?"To Indiana by Ebony-Tiger
"I don't know."
That was a lie.
It wasn't until the first of this year I realized how irreplaceable you were to me. As I drove home, you talked me down from my utter despair at the memory of losing her, brought on by my friend crying in my arms about her dying father. Trapped by compassion, all I wanted was to leave -
April. I called you on the highway back to my hometown, shaky fingers and a shaky voice dissolving into tears as I told you he dumped me. All I remembered was how soothing the stream of words were, coming from the other end of the line.
A few days later, you were in my state again. I picked you up from my alma mater, sleep-deprivation causing my edges to blur. The next day, something shifted irrevocably. There wasn't enough time to realize the consequences. You were in the air twenty-four hours later, en route to Indiana.
I wanted you so much closer. And yet we danced around it, utte
Homemade.Cedar. The crackle of alpine airHomemade. by Ebony-Tiger
seeping into my lungs. The shift of snow,
squeaking against my shoes.
Animal tracks across the path.
A sky so deep I could look forever.
Pollen. Frogs buzzing at the edges
of backyards. Fruit crowding the branches
until they have no choice but to fall.
The trailing glow of fireflies against my palm.
Salt. The crunch of water grinding into the shore.
The shrillness of sea birds, past the waterline.
Billowy white clouds, pulling the sky into fragments.
The sun, when it hits, is blinding in its brilliance.
My skin is burning. My eyes flutter shut -
Despite my best efforts, quarantined inside my mind
in those sacred hours before dawn, I still find myself
dreaming. Though the faces change, my desires remain.
Here: have a house. It's got a lot of nooks and
crannies for an open floor plan. Rugs abound.
Sheer white curtains to let in the breeze
when the air conditioning isn't on. A wide porch,
rocking chairs, a tree with a tire swing.
A kitchen big enough to da
the last two monthsheartbreak. you cannot eat for three days. nothing stays down. life is a haze of bedsheets, concerned text messages, and the refusal to mark the inexorable flow of time, moving you away from April 12, 2016, 7PM-the last two months by Ebony-Tiger
April 16th. you hold yourself up with the back of a wooden pew and hope against hope you don't collapse at the reception. you stutter out a few words to the widow. you hold your best friend. it's one day past the sixth anniversary of your mother's death.
he did not understand this. when you begged clemency, he lied. then he dropped your dreams against the floor.
April 17th. your college friend is in town. he raises a hand to you - it's the first time in two years - and promptly steps into a pot hole. you turn away, laughing helplessly. when he reaches for you in the car, you're taken aback. was he always this warm?
the 18th. you're driving him back. the road home is a lonely one.
May 1st: six years since the last time he saw you. you meet at Starbucks. how do you distill si
|I will not apologize.|
Check out my gallery folders if you'd like. Also:
Scraps: I actively put work in there, so I'd love for people to check it out. Don't let the name "scraps" mislead you.
I blur the line between poetry and prose
Status: Not looking.
[don't forget to b r