Couplets Regarding an Impasse
by XXXX
Life is easier for the handsome.
They are more pleasant to deal with.
“I'll come visit,” he said.
“If you can bear an odd European.”
It smells like mayonnaise. It's 4AM.
All I have to show for it is this stupid poem.
In my dreams I wear the body of beautiful boys.
My words are always dedicated to one or another.
Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night,
and only pretend I need a glass of water.
I cut myself with the pages of books,
and my soul is mutilated beyond recognition.
I've never cried the way I have last Tuesday.
He said he's never seen anything like it either.
Tears on his shirt indistinguishable from his sweat,
and absolute fear indistinguishable from misery.
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Powerful writing. Very, very good.
Strong piece of writing, poem. *
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For me, these lines -
"I cut myself with the pages of books,
and my soul is mutilated beyond recognition."
- carry the weight of the poem. The core of the piece. Good writing.