body.

i remember you had a body
you had arms and legs
bruises under fingernails
i remember i lost my grip

and a voice
that grasped through foggy chords
i remember your hands
i remember you had words

my wired indifference had left us a stranger
and processing tones could never make the difference
i had a voice once too, and arms, and legs, and et- cetera
i remember my grip, and the bruises above my knuckles 

those sour chords, that i sang myself

monotoned dissonances i memorized

the body i had imagined, bruised and damaged

i remember you had hands, and purple fingernails

i remember there was a boy

who lost his grip, who heard the raven's fit

and when they rebuilt him

it was the only note in tune

Reviews

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Even though I know that your poems will always hit me like a punch in the face, I still fall into this trap and get surprised every time. Your endings are always so so strong, you know how to do this.