but a pull between. If
you're bigger than me,
I'm gonna come to you
just how it works. Don't
mind the plastic caddy of
Lysols, my multigrain will
replace your white inflammation.
Let's put some shades over
the bare hanging. I'm not
going to change you I
promise: I'll wait up.
Any migration is forced.
Diaspora is how I show
I care. Remember: I'm the
one who had to assimilate.
It's what was best. For you.
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This is a playful, yet somewhat dark piece about how people in relationship have to bend to the other's wishes - and neuroses.
Originally appeared in Mad Hatter's Review Blog August 2, 2011.
Like this much, Sara. So Meg Tuitey
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MaryAnne, that is such high praise! Thank you!
Very engaging. I think this piece has it's own gravitational pull! really like the rhythm! Killer last line!
Sara, I love this too! Feel so engaged, and pulled in, and that last line- killer!
Fave.
Thank you Michael! Thank you Robert!
"Diaspora is how I show
I care."
Striking language here and throughout.
Good poem.
Love this. Big fave. Really enjoyed the language and imagery.
Bill I'm so pleased you like that line. It made me laugh a little when it came out.
Thanks Jules, I appreciate your reading!
Some unexpected and delightful word choice here! Like this a lot and glad I found it, better late than never.