Today's poem is by Amanda Nadelberg

I'll Say It Again

Shame gets out of bed for
no one in particular and there's
nothing wrong with that. We say things
until we don't want to anymore.
That is called broken, it's
called desire. If the room
were another half itself more, if
the trees were quieter when they
grouped together talking and if a city
was in my house and you were in that
city. Well anything just about ends
when we fall down at night. Having
moved toward victory, I was ready to
lie on the floor until it was all over.
Waiting the forest out, we spoke
I think you kissed my arm. Darkness
finds a meticulous hole and falls asleep
inside. My mouth has little corners.
See, return is just another word for
shame—no, virtue, molecule? Blight.
The ghosted things we used to do as
beggars for the waves still make good
stories but stories come with graph paper,
graph paper with song. I could show you
something but I don't want to, I have to
keep my coat on, I have to
take us home. The pin light at
the end of my mind flashes off like
it just had to. Color as your new
best friend, I asked you what you're
still doing here, you said you wanted fire.

Copyright © 2010 Amanda Nadelberg All rights reserved
from Conduit
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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