That Week

That Week

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Spilled ice cream seat
a big tree
you eating frozen Heath
right after quickly vomiting.

We met at night
and met your dog
friend drove too fast
but you saw my acquaintances. 

Your drawings and photographs
climbed onto walls
then my saddest film
forgetting is terrifying.

Traded poem for poem
and song for song
fit like Tetris
while watching last train rides.

Dark as pitch trail
with far off thunder
asked you for a date
late night curled up on car seats.

Frozen food, broken sandals
a cemetery and swings
plethora of pillows, perfect lips
you showed me how to dance before

I almost forgot you were leaving.

© 2013 Ben Taylor


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Added on August 18, 2013
Last Updated on August 18, 2013

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Ben Taylor
Ben Taylor

Columbia, MO



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