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Love Poem to Jason from MedeaWe have two children, Jason: you buckled them in the backseat of the car, andLove Poem to Jason from Medea
tucked them into bed, and stayed up all night
with me to pick their names.
In their faces, I can see the reflections of you and me standing on the shores of Colchis. Do you remember our children, Jason? They are all now that binds me to the lonely world you took me into, love-struck and full of promise. For you I destroyed a life and a brother I love;
I packed my boxes, I slammed the door; I have
not looked homewards since.
You have two children, Jason: or are they just some &n
by ~heartshaped-b0x
Untitled 8.30.09I guess it doesn’t matterUntitled 8.30.09
who I write for, so long
as the sentiment is right; there is
poetry in the things we take with us— but also in what we learn
to leave behind.
by ~heartshaped-b0x
RegretI had this dream of a road trip, once: the windows down, pale arms scorching slowly in the sun as they laze precariously against the car door. And me, stealing away in the backseat,Regret
pretending to be asleep—waiting to see
which one of you would come to gather me up
like a bundle of bones, fragile like glass, and carry me to a guestroom bed. I wonder, still: was there a way we could’ve forgotten,
somewhere between the passing moments
and tiny indiscretions, to notice
our fortune unfolding—
slowly, fixed, and delicate?
by ~heartshaped-b0x
Common MythologiesI have seen this Odyssey before; I believe it is similar to my own. I have felt loss: the distance and the years and the places so far away from where your heart is, beating despite itself, pumping bitter tears until dawn.Common Mythologies
So much is lost because we cannot Understand the ancient Greek seas that smell of salt and time. Seas that I have never touched, but I know how they must feel—cut wave by wave into tiny blue diamonds by the passages of one thousand wooden hulls.
So much has gone forgotten, left behind when we can’t fit everything we love into the
by ~heartshaped-b0x
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