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[sid] => 121505
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A small rose folding in the fall.
[time] => 2006-06-08 21:23:27
[hometext] => N/A always, abraham
[bodytext] => She is the world, a frozen satellite trying dutifully to open, and her child is a small rose folding in the fall. She is a twisted brittle branch, left to decay beneath the yellow stained cotton sheets of October’s failing sky. She is a magic white night with green eyes and brown hair, a new light folding beneath a canopy of clouds. The day is endless. The interstate is a mess. My eyes tremble under the pressure of the sun. She wore a black dress, and it is all I can imagine. I remember her reflection as I remember the rain, a gray splash with color in-between spread wildly over black glass. The rearview mirror squirrels at the acceleration; I can see her smiling. The windshield wipers flap wontedly, the rain continues. I sit idly, lay my head back, smoke a cigarette, wait and wait and wait. The day is endless and all I can think about is a black dress; yellow stained sheets with green eyes and brown hair. The walls are ivory and black stretching eighty-eight fingers over my face. Consumed by silent televisions, an old man sits close, mumbling in my sleep; the whir of a juice machine whispers hushed defiance to dusty linoleum floors. I dream, and I am alone. A black river snakes over the waters of her lips. She cries, I hold her hand, she whispers close come close goodbye; her hand is a warm breeze breaking over frozen seas, violet waves grow closer and sweep away her strength. Her hand curls, goes limp. I breathe and I am breathing still and I am clawing at her hand and I am clawing at her breasts and I am sobbing empty sobs, and the ivory and the black and the cracked stones all come back all fall down and I am ok. I am ok. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 39 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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