on the twenty-eighth
on the twenty-eighth
day, the moon will have
finally made her way around
this new
world-without-
you, and the sudden
realization will show
on her face,
and the earth will recognize
that suffering look
and all at once
feel
lighter in mass, in this new
world-without-
you
as a consequence,
each day
will be quickened
by one point two
six microseconds,
and they will put it
in their history books –
and there will be less time
to say i love you,
less occasion to hold your
hand, less room
to tie the tips
of our dreams together,
less, still less.
but it is only the twentieth
day – the moon doesn’t
know, so the earth
doesn’t know, and the
days, they drag their
feet because you’re not
here, and
we have been living
with it
for twenty days
.
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I hate to be repeating myself, but this is another painful, beautiful, and touching poem. It’s almost clinical at times, but then it shifts to such loss. Wonderful. I do hope you are working on a book. Pearl
thank you. i think i might compile something. do you have any advice on compiling a book? thank you for your encouragements. also, the clinical is more bearable (smile), for example: i told them all (<– link)
I know some people who know some people. Are you in the U.S.? My email is pearlnelsonblog@fastmail.fm. Write if you’d like. Pearl