to the girl in the pictures
five/five: a poem on death
I buried you years ago,
but I still find myself scraping
you from the crescents
of my nail beds, scrubbing you
from the roots of my hair
in the shower. The water assailing
my skin is scalding, yet gentler,
far gentler than you as you circle
the drain. It is a stunt, all for show.
I will find you again in the morning,
taste your smile along the rim of my tea.
These days, I simply rotate the the cup and
pour in extra milk to compensate
for the taste, and I suppose you
no longer truly surprise me anymore.
Your laughter is among the flowers,
I know, your tittering voice among
the leaves, leaving me to anticipate autumn and
the death of it all. But sometimes I question
why I crafted a coffin for someone who was
still so alive. No wonder you cannot
rest in peace, but please,
find a way to lie down and
close your eyes,
for your sake and for mine
if I truly am
the girl in the pictures.
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