Closer

Cherry

By innes-may

Tue, 08 Jul 2014
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6 comments
 

Funny, I feel closer to your dead body with a cigarette in my hand

they connect me to the grief

I tend to forget

in the middle of one of my whirlwind affairs

with virtue and fresh breath.

 

Funny, smoking brings to mind the stiff little arc of your mouth

when we turned you over

the operator telling us to perform

mouth to mouth

and me saying

“but she's cold.”

 

Funny, I go back to them over and over,

my jilted cigarettes

kissing them to my lips

like last requests.

Certificate 15
Poem
Odd Thoughts
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Hydra on

 In the middle, not in middle.

Otherwise, a brilliant, precise, and original poem that sticks in the mind after reading. 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

.... and " I tend to forget"

 

I really liked this too - love the repetition

 

Submitted by Bee on

I really like this, too.

Bee

Submitted by innes-may on

...and thank you for your kind comments

Innes x

Submitted by VeraClark on

The cigarette is a powerful metaphor and carries you through.Another thing Innes you make both death and smoking seem so romantic! How absurdly refreshing.

 

Submitted by innes-may on

Thanks Vera - I like the thought of it being both romantic and refreshing...especially since I'm back on the fags...again, and feel neither romantic nor refreshed ;)

Innes x