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I found him in the library
with Emily Dickinson
in one hand
and Sylvia Plath
in the other.
He told me
he was searching for answers;
that the path
he'd been following all his life
suddenly seemed made up
of liars
and cheaters
and hookers
and scams.
Reaching out
to take a book from his grasp,
I murmured something
about Freud
and Derrida
and being haunted by the trace
of all the things we'll never be.
When I looked back up,
I was talking
to my mirror
in bathrobe and hair curlers,
the steam
from my shower
enveloping me.
And maybe
it doesn't make much sense now,
but every book of poetry I own
is littering my bedroom floor
with the pages ripped out.
with Emily Dickinson
in one hand
and Sylvia Plath
in the other.
He told me
he was searching for answers;
that the path
he'd been following all his life
suddenly seemed made up
of liars
and cheaters
and hookers
and scams.
Reaching out
to take a book from his grasp,
I murmured something
about Freud
and Derrida
and being haunted by the trace
of all the things we'll never be.
When I looked back up,
I was talking
to my mirror
in bathrobe and hair curlers,
the steam
from my shower
enveloping me.
And maybe
it doesn't make much sense now,
but every book of poetry I own
is littering my bedroom floor
with the pages ripped out.
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oh i like this a lot, it is haunting and has a touch of something quietly manic in it.