Thursday, January 29, 2009

My Poetry

The Writing Partner

You remember things
like titles, directors and writers
while I sit dumb and collapsed
empty of remember

You show me scars
round cherries ash burnt
and I show you my remember
wishing it were empty

You talk of directors
and I think about cherries
burnt and ash pink
but your remember is empty

of those things collapsed.

(Originally published in Sketch Literary and Design Journal November 2008)

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