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.
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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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