deathmarch poetry

deathmarch poetry

Jun 16, 2013

ghost love

i love being around people's mothers.

i love looking at pictures of people's mothers.

it's the closest i can come to looking at pictures of my own.

still, ma mere, the caught image of you sends me running.

i've learned how to keep a dry eye:

don't look at beautiful things
that pull the old heart strings
and which you'll never see again.



and so i bask in the smile of other people's mamas and feel absolutely real joy.  i keep my own mother's image in my heart.  especially when i look at the sky.  i think of her when she was 19, walking cobblestone pathways in Germany, wearing her forest green velvet blazer.  i can finally fit in to it.  i wore it on thursday and thursday was the best day in the whole fucking world.  :)


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