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A long December

I really enjoy the Counting Crows song “Long December.” It smells like apple cider, old leather, and salt water. It feels like the sting of wind on your face. And it sounds like a night-time conversation between two exhausted people on a long drive home.

A long December

If recollecting were forgetting


If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not;
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot!
And if to miss were merry,
And if to mourn were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered these to-day!

If recollecting were forgetting

Soaked

I want to remember how hard
you were crying the day I left –
it surprised me.
I’d always thought of you
as so composed with your
happy go lucky nature
tinged with some jealousy,
resentment of me.

Soaked

One of your parents must be part traffic light

One of your parents must be part traffic light

Spilling it

Should I share
the all of me,
the truth pouring
out like river water,
murky and unfiltered?

If I reveal my impurities,
promise you will still
try to soak in me,
what I am,
what you thought I was,
my solution
that is wrong and right.

Miles to go


“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
- Robert Frost

“A Color of the Sky”


Today I read What Narcissism Means to Me by Tony Hoagland. Here’s a poem called “A Color of the Sky”:

“A Color of the Sky”

Pie

Pie

If I’m quiet, he’s quieter

I remember once when I had first met Sam and my life was exploding into something bigger than I had ever experienced, I was crossing University Avenue on the corner where Kinsolving is. It was dark – I don’t remember where I was going – and the streetlights cast just the right amount and angles of illumination on me that I had two shadows for the first time. My one shadow had grown up with me. I remember how excited I was when it finally had breasts in profile! The other shadow was new, a stranger I didn’t know I had inside, outside, or on top of me. I wondered if one shadow was the good Amanda, the other the evil Amanda. Which was me-er?

If I’m quiet, he’s quieter

Oh, this place where I went

Happy anniversary to me! I’ve been in NYC all by myself for one week.

Do I feel completely at home here? No.

Oh, this place where I went