wintering

a name is what you are,

and a name is a wall

between. one day

let me be earth, so you may be allowed

to say you love me. for now

i am separate. i'm afraid

that's how i will die,

and sometimes

when i'm in bed at night, i think,

if i stayed here for two days straight,

no one would notice. my whole life

may be a wondering of why

i am not earth and you are in your home with the lights on.

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(I titled this poem "wintering" after Plath's "Wintering.")

This poem has now been published on http://letrascaseras.tumblr.com. Thank you, Roberto, for giving this poem a home.

Marvelous poem Ashley. Wonderful opening line.

I'll go the other way: what a killer finish.

"my whole life / may be a wondering of why / i am not the earth and you are in your home with the lights on."

There is tremendous implication right there.

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