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poem for borderlines

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if i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
thumping
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows

to go back
recoil
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
and shore

biting lips. maybe--
no
she couldn't have known

that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to




well, maybe she


who, oh well
                         oh wait

the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray

stop changing
disturbing
me get out of my head

just pull up the shutters
step outside
my tongue the weight to talk
it out

but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
fun
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
A girl drowned herself last year, and it takes a whole 3 minutes, you know? They said she was happy the days before, but I know they smile when they know it's going to over too. The papers said she was a poet, depressed. When he still thought she was kidnapped, I told a boy she was dead. He cried and I felt nothing. Did nothing.

But, I think about her a lot, about drowning, about him and about me. 

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locosquirrel's avatar
Let me tell you, wow-- that last stanza has been replaying in my head for weeks. After I had forgotten the rest of the poem and then forgot where the words came from (book? quote? movie? poem? which one?)  those words have popped into my brain like a song that won't die and every time they get me. I'm so glad to rediscover their origin, the whole poem is so powerful and well done, bravo.