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52
Meta
phor
In m
y dr
eam
, you
had
a la
rge
belly
with
A ta
ttoo
of a
but
terfl
y.W
hen
I wok
e, I
won
dere
d ho
w y
ou’d
Cha
nged
.If
life
is a
s per
fect
as a
yol
k co
ntai
ned
in
An
eggs
hell,
why
is it
con
stan
tly b
roke
n?O
ur h
ouse
is m
ade
of b
rick,
but
I hea
r tha
t her
e, y
ou’r
e m
ore
in d
ange
r of e
arth
quak
esTh
an w
olve
s.
We
just
wan
ted
som
e pr
otec
tion.
But
tatto
os w
on’t
save
us f
rom
the
futu
re, a
ndR
unny
egg
s don
’t m
ake
good
repr
esen
tatio
ns o
f an
Idea
l life
. O
ur b
rick
hous
e w
ill o
ne d
ay c
rush
us,
But
I h
ope
that
whe
n th
at d
ay a
rriv
es, w
e’re
alre
ady
far,
Far a
way
, los
t In
som
e ot
her m
etap
hor.
Cath
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Kim
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49
6
That
Type
of
Write
rI w
ish
that
I w
as th
e ki
nd o
f writ
er w
ho c
ould
With
the
slig
htes
t mov
emen
t of t
he w
rist
Writ
e w
ords
that
cha
nged
circ
umst
ance
s,W
ords
that
cou
ld c
hang
e liv
es,
Cha
nge
the
wor
ld.
I wis
h th
at I
was
the
kind
of w
riter
who
cou
ld
Writ
e W
rite
with
out t
hink
ing
Writ
e w
ithou
t eve
n try
ing
I wis
h th
at I
was
the
kind
of w
riter
who
cou
ldSe
e po
etry
in w
hat’s
aro
und
them
See
wor
ds w
here
ther
e is
not
hing
I wis
h th
at I
was
a w
riter
.
Simon
e St
ewar
t
51
A Co
ld W
inter
’s Nig
htA
col
d w
inte
r’s n
ight
A sh
adow
pas
ses t
hrou
gh th
e m
ist
Dou
sed
by sn
ow a
nd c
over
ed w
ith c
oats
His
iden
tity
hidd
enTh
e tru
th u
nkno
wn
But
in th
e di
stan
ce
A st
rang
er c
an se
e th
roug
h al
l his
cov
erin
gsH
e ca
n se
e th
e m
an’s
face
The
sorr
ow h
e fe
els
The
pain
of d
espe
ratio
nTh
e de
sire
for r
edem
ptio
n
The
snow
con
tinue
s to
fall
As b
oth
men
trek
Thei
r jou
rney
the
sam
eTh
eir h
ope
no d
iffer
ent
They
take
one
step
Th
en a
noth
erSe
para
ted
by m
iles b
utW
alki
ng in
uni
son
Tow
ards
thei
r des
tiny
Tow
ards
thei
r fal
l
Diann
a Ba
utist
a
50
Afte
rTh
e m
isty
road
was
dis
turb
ed o
nly
by th
e fo
otst
eps o
f tw
o gh
osts
. Th
eir f
eet p
adde
d so
ftly
on th
e ra
in sp
eckl
ed c
oncr
ete.
Thei
r silh
ouet
te w
as a
lmos
t vis
ible
in th
e th
ick
soup
of f
og.
No
one
both
ers t
o fo
llow
them
any
mor
e.Ic
y ra
in fe
ll in
shee
ts, b
ut it
was
unf
elt b
y th
e ap
parit
ions
.A
dim
, fl ic
kerin
g st
reet
light
mar
ked
the
end
of th
e ro
ad a
nd th
e be
ginn
ing
of th
e w
oods
: coo
l, m
ajes
tic, u
nkno
wn,
forb
idde
n.Th
e ne
arer
the
end
was
, the
fast
er th
ey w
alke
d.Th
ey d
idn’
t hes
itate
at t
he e
nd, b
ut g
lided
Con
fi den
tly o
ver t
he tr
ansi
tion
from
Har
d ro
ck to
soft
soil.
A sh
arp
win
d w
hipp
ed a
cros
s the
road
, and
They
wer
e go
ne.
Magg
ie B
ucha
nan
7
The
Trip
we
pack
ed o
ur b
ags
you
boug
ht th
e tic
kets
and
wai
ted
for m
e to
com
eI d
oubt
ed a
nd h
esita
ted
until
the
mom
ent t
he je
ts ru
mbl
edm
y ea
r dru
ms p
oppe
dan
d th
ere
was
no
goin
g ba
ck
it w
as a
love
ly tr
ip bu
t our
dep
artu
re w
as d
elay
ed
and
ever
y im
patie
nt, i
tchi
ng m
inut
e sp
ent w
aitin
g le
ft th
e bi
ttere
st st
ain
on
the
swee
test
trip
and
still
we
wai
ted
at th
e ga
teun
til th
e bi
ttern
ess c
onsu
med
the
swee
tan
d w
e pa
rted
way
s scr
eam
ing
and
spitt
ing
wor
ds th
at fl
owed
from
our
mou
ths
like
a po
ison
we
neve
r kne
w w
e ha
d le
t in
and
then
it w
as o
ver
but s
till
we
brea
thed
this
toge
ther
we
foug
ht th
is to
geth
erw
e br
oke
this
toge
ther
so h
ow c
an y
ou m
ove
so fr
eely
whe
n I’
m th
e on
e le
ft he
relu
ggin
g ou
r bag
gage
from
pla
ce to
pla
ce
8
I gue
ss y
ou tr
avel
ed li
ghtly
Celsa
e Va
nden
berg
48
The
Fact
So m
any
clic
hés r
unni
ng th
roug
h m
y he
adTh
e ne
ed to
writ
e it
all d
own
is p
lagu
ing
me
So:
No
ink
in m
y pe
n,N
o w
ater
in m
y si
nk,
My
wel
l is t
appe
d dr
y,A
nd I
can
hard
ly th
ink.
No
song
in m
y he
ad,
No
wor
ds le
ft to
sing
. M
y he
art c
ontin
ues t
o ac
he, a
nd I
can
bare
ly b
reat
he.
With
all
of th
at sa
id,
The
fact
still
rem
ains
, I s
impl
y ha
te y
ou.
Ther
e’s n
othi
ng le
ft to
say.
Simon
e St
ewar
t
10
Paint
ing
The
fadi
ng, p
ale
past
els o
f ela
psed
tim
e cl
ash
roug
hly
with
the
hars
h hu
es o
f tod
ay.
The
urge
to re
turn
rem
ains
, but
goi
ng b
ack
is a
s im
poss
ible
as s
eein
g w
hat i
s co
min
g.
Som
eday
they
will
ble
nd,
the
colo
rs o
f all
times
runn
ing
toge
ther
lik
e a
child
’s w
ater
colo
r pai
ntin
g.
Magg
ie B
ucha
nan
47
Just
as
I Am
I am
so p
retty
and
so su
re,
only
whe
re m
y cl
ever
stop
s.
You
shou
ld re
mem
ber m
e;w
hat I
gav
e w
as y
ours
to k
eep.
I won
’t st
op m
ovin
gun
til lo
ve h
as re
inve
nted
me.
New
and
unb
lem
ishe
d,I w
ill b
e cl
ean
and
beau
tiful
.
I’ll
turn
mys
elf o
ver a
gain
to c
ome
undo
ne a
t all
your
new
wor
ds.
I hav
e al
way
s die
dto
trus
t you
r sw
eet e
yes.
It’s a
lrigh
t;I a
m w
here
I ha
ve a
lway
s bee
n.
Can
the
wor
ld,
and
can
that
blin
d m
an, s
ee h
ow m
uch
I lov
e yo
u?
Sara
h Ab
rams
11
Insom
niaW
hen
I fi n
ally
pre
ss m
y he
ad in
to m
y pi
llow
sque
ezin
g m
y ey
es c
lose
dat
two
a.m
., th
ree
a.m
., fo
ur a
.m.
I can
nev
er sl
eep
my
min
d co
ntin
ues t
o w
hir a
nd h
um a
ndbu
zz a
nd w
onde
rse
nsel
essl
y ru
nnin
g in
circ
les c
hasi
ng it
s ow
n ta
ilan
d I t
oss a
nd tu
rn, l
ay o
n m
y st
omac
han
d m
y ba
ck, c
url m
y bo
dy in
to a
littl
e ba
ll an
dda
ngle
my
toes
off
the
edge
but I
fi nd
mys
elf w
onde
ring,
still
won
derin
g w
hen
my
little
sist
er w
ill g
row
up
and
if I’
m g
oing
to b
e he
re o
r eve
n no
tice.
Won
derin
g w
hy I
live
my
life
as if
I’m
clin
ging
des
pera
tely
to e
ach
mom
ent,
chew
ing
it a
thou
sand
tim
es b
efor
e I s
wal
low
, loo
king
dire
ctly
into
the
sun
inst
ead
of sh
adin
g m
y ey
es a
nd lo
okin
g be
yond
it, t
owar
ds a
dulth
ood
and
secu
rity
and
resp
onsi
bilit
ies.
Won
derin
g w
hy I
seem
to c
lum
sily
fall
into
mis
take
s, an
d th
en ju
st si
t the
re
insi
de o
f the
m, k
nees
pul
led
up to
my
ches
t, ab
sorb
ing
and
abso
rbin
g un
til
my
ches
t hea
ves a
nd h
ot te
ars r
ain
dow
n.La
tely
I w
onde
r abo
ut m
y bo
dy, a
bout
the
soft,
solid
bea
ting
of m
y he
art,
and
the
swis
hing
of m
y lu
ngs l
ike
an a
utom
atic
doo
ras
I la
y in
bed
, mak
ing
an im
prin
t in
my
mat
tress
, the
out
side
of m
y bo
dy so
st
ill a
nd c
alm
, the
insi
de b
ustli
ng a
nd h
umm
ing
like
a m
etro
polis
, lig
htin
g up
lik
e th
e sk
ylin
e at
nig
httim
e, a
nd it
all
seem
s so
frag
ile a
nd b
reak
able
, and
I ha
ve n
o w
ay o
f kno
win
g.I w
onde
r why
I do
this
and
that
, why
I w
as so
muc
h ha
ppie
r whe
n I w
asso
muc
h st
upid
eran
d w
hy it
’s w
arm
in Ja
nuar
y an
d fr
eezi
ng in
June
.
12
I won
der,
cons
tant
ly, c
onsc
ious
ly, a
bout
nex
t yea
r, ab
out b
eing
by
mys
elf
but s
acrifi
cin
g th
e si
lent
sens
e of
solit
ude
I hav
e gr
own
so a
ttach
ed to
and
then
I w
onde
r abo
ut a
ttach
men
ts. D
o th
ey re
ally
brin
g no
thin
gbu
t suf
ferin
g? B
uddh
ists
nod
thei
r wis
e he
ads a
nd a
t thi
s poi
nt, I
am
incl
ined
to a
gree
. I h
ave
grow
n st
icki
ly, m
essi
ly a
ttach
ed to
so m
any
thin
gs in
my
life:
gold
fi sh,
hou
ses,
phon
e ca
lls fr
om y
ou a
t ten
pm
, bab
ysitt
ers,
spot
light
s, lo
ve
swel
ling
and
risin
g an
d cr
ashi
ng li
ke w
aves
and
whe
n th
ey a
re g
one,
whe
n th
ey a
re ta
ken
away
or f
ade
away
or j
ust
leav
e qu
ietly
on
thei
r bic
ycle
s with
out l
ooki
ng b
ack,
I wal
k ar
ound
with
the
wei
ght o
f bei
ng a
ttach
ed to
som
ethi
ng th
at is
n’t t
here
an
ymor
eth
at d
oesn
’t ju
stify
or h
old
up th
eir e
ndan
d su
fferin
g cr
awls
thro
ugh
the
win
dow
and
cur
ls u
p ne
xt to
me
in b
edas
I pr
ess m
y he
ad in
to th
e pi
llow
sq
ueez
e m
y ey
es sh
utan
d try
to sl
eep.
Aliso
n Gr
een
45
Wort
hless
She
was
bor
n fr
om a
fl ow
er,
Forlo
rn a
nd p
uzzl
ed,
Mea
nt to
show
er th
em w
ith fo
rtune
and
val
ue.
But
the
hue
of h
er sk
in,
Des
pite
the
tune
that
she
sang
, did
not
Mea
n m
uch,
for s
he w
as b
roke
n.So
she
sang
thro
ugh
the
sorr
ows
Whi
ch ra
ng w
ordl
ess,
thou
gh h
er h
eart
Had
hov
ered
as a
par
t of t
hem
.A
nd w
ith so
me
pitil
ess l
ies,
They
wer
e so
ld fr
om h
er m
ess.
As s
he h
eld
to th
e m
emor
ies m
ade,
She
laid
on
birc
h br
anch
esTr
ying
to se
arch
for t
he a
nsw
ers,
beco
min
g th
eA
shes
and
dus
t.H
er p
ulle
d pe
tals
wer
e to
ssed
A
nd sc
atte
red
at se
a,W
hile
the
mas
ses t
hat m
atte
red
had
com
e to
see
The
last
of a
chi
ldW
orth
less
in m
iser
y, a
nd in
love
,
Wor
thw
hile
.
Alej
andr
a Ma
nalili
44
Gree
tings
from
Fift
h Pe
riod
“¡Si
lenc
io, p
or fa
vor!
”Sh
e ca
lls li
ke a
gen
eral
to h
er tr
oops
,B
ut n
one
snap
to a
ttent
ion.
Her
e, o
ne si
ts,
Bem
used
ly re
gard
ing
the
joyf
ul c
haos
.In
the
back
ther
e,
Ano
ther
recl
ines
as i
f on
vaca
tion.
He
is sm
ooth
, and
he
know
s it.
In a
clu
ster
of b
right
col
ors a
nd g
loss
, the
fros
hR
ock
the
room
with
thei
r cha
tter
And
her
fl us
tere
d co
mm
and
Doe
sn’t
mat
ter.
Gre
etin
gs. W
ish
you
wer
e he
re.
Kasie
Udo
-oko
ye
14
Febr
uary
13, 2
009
A w
idow
who
se h
usba
ndC
rash
ed in
to a
twin
tow
er
Die
dO
n a
plan
e to
day.
The
scen
e w
asA
blaz
eW
ith fl
ash
phot
ogra
phy
And
fi re
, but
did
A
nyon
e se
e he
rB
urn?
Is th
is
Kar
ma
or n
ews o
rJu
st a
noth
er sa
d st
ory
On
the
radi
o?
Tell
me
This
Is ir
ony.
Cath
erine
Kim
42
The
Attic
I hea
r not
hing
, I sm
ell n
othi
ng,
I see
not
hing
, I fe
el n
othi
ng.
I’m
just
han
ging
aro
und
like
a du
st p
artic
le in
a w
oody
atti
c,C
olle
ctin
g on
an
antiq
ue sh
elf
Whe
re li
fe u
sed
to th
rive.
But
now
, sto
wed
aw
ay d
ead,
wai
ting
for t
he m
omen
tW
hen
som
eone
will
clim
b up
the
stai
rsIn
to m
y st
agna
nt a
bode
And
rest
ore
the
love
they
onc
e ha
d fo
r me.
That
’s w
hen
I’ll
be a
ble
to in
hale
dee
ply
And
exh
ale
the
pain
s of t
he p
ast.
It w
ill b
e th
e tim
e w
hen
I will
be
able
to h
ear,
to sm
ell,
to se
e,To
feel
.
Jess
ica W
hite
15
In th
e Ga
rden
of
My M
emor
ies
In th
e ga
rden
of m
y m
emor
ies
The
rose
s fl o
uris
h th
en fa
ll gr
acef
ully
A
s if t
heir
life’
s goa
l was
to c
reat
e su
ch b
eaut
y
Som
e fa
ll in
the
pond
Add
ing
to th
e m
ajes
tic g
lory
A
s we
see
them
fl oa
t mag
ical
ly to
war
ds
An
unkn
own
Or m
aybe
a n
ew b
egin
ning
Or e
ven
an a
ttem
pt a
t esc
ape
Som
e fa
ll on
the
budd
ing
rose
sA
s if o
n pu
rpos
eTo
pre
vent
thei
r gro
wth
And
as i
f by
reve
nge
to d
efer
thei
r pro
gres
sA
nd st
unt t
heir
futu
re
The
grou
nd to
o is
abu
ndan
t with
thes
e fa
llen
grac
esFa
iling
to c
ontin
ue o
n th
eir p
ath
as t
he ro
ses i
n th
e po
nd
And
thos
e un
luck
y ro
ses t
hat h
ave
mis
sed
the
rose
buds
And
falle
n on
the
thor
ns
Rem
ain
brok
en b
ut n
ot fo
rgot
ten
Thei
r fai
led
mis
deed
s for
ever
hel
d in
my
min
d by
thei
r sca
rs
16
And
thro
ugho
ut m
y ga
rden
The
rose
s con
tinue
to fa
llA
s the
tim
e pa
sses
by
and
the
gard
en g
row
s
Diann
a Ba
utist
a
41
Fear
Dar
k, w
hite
, fea
rSo
unds
like
A w
hisp
er,
Then
a c
ryFo
llow
ed b
y so
me
Filth
y st
ench
Of d
eath
And
a m
etal
licTa
ste,
Fo
reve
r lin
gerin
gO
n yo
ur to
ngue
.C
oldn
ess;
You
are
slee
ping
.
Mica
h Br
umfie
ld
40
To y
ou in
a m
onth
. You
hav
e no
t spo
ken
to m
e.
Is th
is h
ow e
very
thin
g en
ds?
The
reas
on I’
m a
ngry
is b
ecau
seI c
are
abou
t you
, stil
l. D
on’t
you
see?
If I
didn
’t, I
wou
ld h
ave
plac
ed th
is o
n th
e gr
ound
and
wal
ked
away
a lo
ng ti
me
ago.
You
thin
k I’
ve w
alke
d aw
ay. T
he th
ird st
ep is
the
hard
est.
That
’s w
hen
you
real
ize
Wha
t you
’re
doin
g. T
hat’s
whe
n th
e vo
ices
in
you
r hea
d be
gin
scre
amin
g at
eac
h ot
her.
That
’s w
hen
I tur
nan
d se
e yo
ur fa
ce. T
hat’s
whe
n I l
et m
y fo
ot fa
ll ba
ckon
to th
e co
ncre
te, g
ently
, fi rm
ly, t
he la
st le
affa
lling
from
an
empt
y tre
e.
Aliso
n Gr
een
18
Musin
gs o
f a
Guillo
tine
(1793
) Wha
t a d
ay I’
ve h
ad. B
ut I
supp
ose
that
whe
n on
e is
as p
opul
ar a
s I
am, o
ne m
ust b
ecom
e us
ed to
mee
ting
with
doz
ens o
f peo
ple
ever
y da
y. A
nd
I am
ver
y po
pula
r, re
ader
. Why
, I h
ave
mad
e th
e ac
quai
ntan
ce o
f peo
ple
all
over
Fra
nce.
I as
sum
e th
at it
is m
y ex
quis
ite c
rafts
man
ship
. The
car
pent
er
who
wor
ked
on m
e –
Han
s, I b
elie
ve h
is n
ame
was
, a v
ery
indu
strio
us li
ttle
Aus
trian
fello
w –
alw
ays s
aid
that
my
woo
d w
as o
f the
fi ne
st o
ak (a
ll th
e w
ay fr
om A
mer
ica,
no
less
). A
nd th
e sm
ith th
at fo
rged
my
blad
e us
ed to
bra
g th
at m
y m
etal
mus
t hav
e co
me
from
the
forg
es o
f Hep
haes
tus h
imse
lf (b
ut
he a
lway
s was
a fl
atte
rer,
was
old
Coc
lé).
You
know
just
the
othe
r day
I ch
ance
d to
mee
t an
old
frie
nd o
f min
e fr
om th
e m
ill, a
nd d
o yo
u kn
ow h
ow h
e ha
s tur
ned
out?
A st
ool!
Can
you
im
agin
e re
ader
? Th
e ve
ry id
ea! I
mys
elf w
ould
nev
er d
eign
to b
e m
ade
into
so
met
hing
so lo
wly
as a
stoo
l! I d
on’t
mea
n to
look
dow
n on
any
one
but,
wel
l, I a
m o
ver f
ourte
en fe
et ta
ll. B
ut I
digr
ess.
Whe
re w
as I?
Oh
yes.
All
kind
s of p
eopl
e co
me
to se
e m
e. B
utch
ers,
bake
rs, c
andl
estic
k m
aker
s… I
n fa
ct, y
este
rday
a v
ery
gran
d la
dy c
ame
to se
e m
e. A
nd w
hat a
lady
she
was
! Yo
u sh
ould
hav
e se
en h
er! H
er g
own
was
exq
uisi
te, i
n po
wde
r blu
e w
ith
silv
er b
roca
de a
nd la
ce tr
imm
ing,
cut
in th
e Sp
anis
h fa
shio
n, a
nd sh
e w
ore
a fr
eshl
y po
wde
red
and
curle
d w
ig. H
er m
anne
rs w
ere
impe
ccab
le, t
houg
h sh
e di
dn’t
have
muc
h to
say.
Man
y of
them
don
’t. I
wis
h sh
e w
ould
hav
e st
ayed
lo
nger
, but
she
rem
aine
d fo
r onl
y a
few
min
utes
bef
ore
our m
eetin
g w
as c
ut
shor
t. H
uman
s don
’t se
em to
be
muc
h fo
r con
vers
atio
n.
M
any
of th
em a
re q
uite
rude
. The
mos
t unc
outh
am
ong
them
com
e cu
rsin
g an
d sw
earin
g, w
hile
oth
ers s
tand
sile
nt b
efor
e m
e an
d st
are
sulle
nly
at th
eir f
eet.
Is th
at a
ny w
ay to
beh
ave
whe
n yo
u vi
sit s
omeo
ne?
I thi
nk
not!
But
eve
n th
ese
are
bette
r tha
n th
e ot
hers
, the
one
s who
just
star
e rig
ht
thro
ugh
me.
I do
n’t l
ike
the
look
thos
e pe
ople
hav
e in
thei
r eye
s, re
ader
. Th
ey se
em d
evoi
d of
any
sens
e or
em
otio
n, a
nd th
ey g
aze
up a
t me
in a
m
anne
r mos
t…un
nerv
ing.
And
I am
surp
rised
by
the
fear
that
som
e of
them
39
Simpl
icity
I am
tire
d of
writ
ing
com
plic
ated
poem
s abo
ut y
ou, o
des t
o hu
mili
atio
nan
d pa
in th
at tw
ist a
nd w
rithe
an
d be
nd u
nder
car
eful
ly c
rafte
d m
etap
hor.
I wan
t to
wrin
g th
e pi
ty o
ut o
f my
poem
s, ha
ng th
em o
ut to
dry
.
So m
uch
depe
nds o
n so
littl
e. T
here
is so
muc
h m
ore
pow
erin
sile
nce
than
in c
latte
ring,
cha
tterin
g, c
ryin
g. Y
ou sa
y ev
eryt
hing
yo
u w
ant t
o sa
y
Thro
ugh
your
sile
nce,
but
it’s
just
not
goo
d en
ough
for m
e. I’
m ti
red
of b
eing
fanc
y. T
his i
sn’t
com
plex
.It’
s the
sim
ple
stor
y of
a fe
elin
g
That
snow
balle
d, la
rger
and
larg
er, l
eavi
ng y
ou
with
col
d ha
nds,
feet
, hea
rt. A
nd n
ow w
e ar
en’t
thaw
ing,
neith
er o
ne o
f us h
as st
eppe
d up
With
the
ice
pick
and
beg
un to
chi
p aw
ay. N
ow w
e’re
just
mel
ting.
My
ange
r is c
hipp
ing
away
at m
y pa
tienc
e.
I can
’t th
ink
of a
nyth
ing
to a
polo
gize
for.
Sim
ply,
qui
etly
, cle
anly
,
I hav
e do
ne n
othi
ng w
rong
. I’m
tryi
ng to
let g
oof
bitt
erne
ss b
ecau
se it
rots
you
r tee
th. Y
ou, c
ombi
ned
with
too
muc
h ca
ffein
e, a
re e
atin
g aw
ay a
t my
insi
des.
I’ve
forg
otte
nw
hat w
e ar
e fi g
htin
g ab
out.
You
repl
y
With
sile
nce,
and
I re
mem
ber h
eavi
ly, t
he w
ay o
ne re
mem
bers
a fa
ce p
ress
ed in
to c
oncr
ete.
Too
muc
h de
pend
son
wha
t has
n’t b
een
said
. I h
ave
not s
poke
n
38
Rand
om U
ntitl
ed S
onne
tM
y he
ad is
hea
vy, m
y ha
nd is
num
bA
nd o
nto
the
pape
r my
thou
ghts
ble
ed,
For i
t is i
n m
y po
etry
that
I co
me
undo
neA
nd w
here
I sp
ill m
y em
otio
ns fo
r all
to re
ad;
Thro
ugh
certa
in e
vent
s my
soul
’s b
een
unlo
cked
, Fo
r I a
m su
re th
at so
met
hing
has
cha
nged
And
if th
e ch
ange
is n
ot w
hat I
hav
e so
ught
, Th
en u
pon
my
fi eld
it a
lway
s rai
ns.
But
from
this
rain
, a m
ud sh
all g
row
;Th
ick
and
brow
n it
keep
s me
lock
ed in
side
By
cove
ring
the
path
out
side
the
hous
e I k
now
And
mak
ing
sure
that
, fro
m th
e w
orld
, I h
ide.
Yet i
t is m
y po
etry
whi
ch k
eeps
my
min
d at
bay
,A
nd le
ts m
e w
rite
this
four
teen
-line
clic
hé.
Mich
ael S
amma
rtino
19
exhi
bit u
pon
mee
ting
me.
Why
, by
the
expr
essi
on o
n th
e fa
ce o
f the
you
ng
sold
ier t
hat c
ame
to m
e th
is m
orni
ng, y
ou w
ould
thin
k he
was
look
ing
at th
e G
rim R
eape
r him
self
inst
ead
of th
e fr
iend
ly p
iece
of w
oodw
ork
that
I am
. I
supp
ose
it is
just
the
natu
re o
f peo
ple,
thou
gh, i
n tru
th I
wou
ld n
ot w
ish
to g
o ab
out a
s the
y do
, sta
ying
in p
lace
s for
onl
y a
few
min
utes
and
then
leav
ing
one
part
at a
tim
e. S
trang
e w
ay to
con
duct
one
’s a
ffairs
, but
my
gran
d-m
ère
alw
ays s
aid
that
hum
ans a
re a
ll ov
er th
e pl
ace.
(She
was
an
arm
oire
in a
no
blem
an’s
cha
teau
.) In
spite
of t
heir
scat
ter-b
rain
ed st
rang
enes
s, I d
o so
en
joy
mee
ting
new
peo
ple
ever
yday
, and
so a
s lon
g as
they
wan
t to
com
e an
d se
e m
e, I’
ll be
hap
py to
hav
e an
aud
ienc
e w
ith th
em. I
nev
er tu
rn a
nyon
e aw
ay.
Kasie
Udo
-oko
ye
20
Witho
ut a
Lig
ht I’m
Loo
king
for O
ne
Feel
ing
the
dark
ness
, I fi
nd I’
m b
lind,
Y
ield
ing
to a
n im
agin
ary
obst
acle
, I’m
blin
d
As i
f tra
pped
in a
box
with
ope
n-en
ded
wal
ls, I
’m b
lind
A
nd w
hen
I can
’t se
e, I
wid
en m
y ey
es, f
orge
tting
ther
e is
no
light
.U
nder
the
star
s, w
here
I se
ek,
With
hea
rt, m
ind,
and
eye
s, I s
eek
It is
n’t h
idde
n, y
et I
still
seek
Bec
ause
in th
e ni
ght I
’m c
urio
us.
Whe
n I d
on’t
feel
sure
, but
I m
ust d
o so
met
hing
, I c
all o
n fa
ith
Then
I’ll
shut
my
eyes
, hol
d th
em ti
ght,
and
fall
on fa
ith.
I’
m u
nsur
e of
wha
t I w
ant t
o fi n
d, b
ut I
will
kno
w,
Fo
r I’m
blin
dly
seek
ing
faith
.
Elise
Can
delar
ia
Insi
de I
am sc
ream
ing,
Sc
ream
ing
so y
ou’ll
fi na
lly se
e ho
w c
razy
I am
for y
ou.
Melan
ie J
acob
s-Ro
mero
3621
Blue
Riot
She
wan
ts to
spea
k,Ye
t she
can
not t
alk.
She
cann
ot fe
el;
Her
em
otio
ns h
ave
been
Was
hed
out.
Car
ried
away
with
that
sea,
Of s
ome
calm
blu
e rio
t.Sw
ish
goes
the
ocea
n of
blu
e .
Mica
h Br
umfie
ld
35
Facad
esD
on’t
mis
take
my
quie
t dem
eano
r for
indi
ffere
nce.
Insi
de I
am sh
akin
g,
Tugg
ing
at m
y sk
in,
Cla
win
g fo
r a c
leve
r and
witt
y re
spon
se,
Sear
chin
g fo
r som
ethi
ng.
May
be th
e sm
oke
sign
al fr
om th
e fi r
eW
ill h
elp
trans
late
sile
nce
to d
esire
.
Ever
y da
y du
ring
thos
e fo
rty-fi
ve m
inut
es, I
try
to b
reak
the
sile
nce.
With
a sh
ift o
f my
body
,M
y fo
ot p
oint
ed to
war
ds y
ou,
Anyt
hing
to g
et y
ou to
talk
to m
e.So
met
imes
you
take
the
bait
– Yo
u pl
ay w
ith m
y bo
ot, I
pla
y w
ith y
our h
air –
B
ut so
met
imes
I th
ink
I sho
uldn
’t ev
en c
are.
It’s a
con
stan
t tug
of w
ar.
Why
can
’t I j
ust l
et g
o of
the
rope
and
fall
into
you
?I w
ish
I cou
ld q
uell
thos
e ne
rves
.I w
ish
I cou
ld b
e ba
d, b
e br
illia
nt,
Mor
ph in
to th
e sm
art,
eloq
uent
girl
that
I kn
ew I
coul
d be
.B
ut so
met
imes
it c
an b
e di
ffi cu
lt to
bel
ieve
in th
at a
lone
;To
bel
ieve
in m
e.
For n
ow, I
will
settl
e fo
r the
shy,
shee
pish
smile
of m
ine.
I’ll
pray
for t
hat b
reak
thro
ugh
– Th
at y
ou w
ill se
e m
e –
That
you
will
wan
t me
– Th
at y
ou w
ill n
otic
e m
e.
Don
’t m
ista
ke m
y qu
iet d
emea
nor f
or in
diffe
renc
e.
34
Mise
ryI o
nce
knew
a la
dy n
amed
Mis
ery
she
lived
in a
dam
aged
wor
ldsh
e ca
lls to
me
in tr
ansp
aren
t dre
ams
a lo
nely
star
outs
ide
the
clos
ed u
nive
rse
she
was
my
twis
ted
soul
long
ago
she
expe
rienc
edth
e da
rkes
t of
pain
beau
ty w
as so
met
hing
she
coul
d no
tbe
lieve
I onc
e kn
ew a
n an
gel n
amed
Evil
she
trave
led
like
agh
ost i
nto
the
shad
ows
her h
eart
was
dyi
ng fo
r som
e fo
rm o
flif
eal
l see
ms b
alan
ced
now
the
ange
l bur
ns to
di
e Nadi
ne Ye
h
23
The
Spee
d of
Lig
ht
the
nigh
t was
lost
to m
eon
e gi
ant e
lect
ric b
lur o
f lig
hts
and
colo
rs a
nd so
unds
doze
ns o
f fac
es ru
shed
by
laug
hing
, loo
king
, for
getti
ngea
ch o
ne a
snap
shot
with
in th
is fu
zzy,
rapi
d pi
ctur
ebu
t am
id th
e in
cred
ible
ecc
entri
c ch
aos o
f the
nig
htI w
as p
ulle
d fr
om m
y di
zzyi
ngw
hirlw
ind
of d
eliri
um b
y th
e sh
arp
sudd
en
sigh
tof
you
.yo
u sm
iling
, lau
ghin
g, ta
lkin
gyo
u st
andi
ng th
ere,
com
plet
ely
unaw
are
that
you
had
just
shoc
ked
the
air o
ut o
f my
lung
san
d cr
ashe
d th
roug
h m
y pe
acef
ul st
ate
of m
ind
and
now
you
stan
d th
ere
givi
ng m
e th
at fa
mili
ar, b
ashf
ul sm
ilepa
infu
lly o
bliv
ious
that
you
’ve
just
cha
nged
eve
ryth
ing.
Celsa
e Va
nden
berg
24
Melti
ng S
eaW
e’re
dro
wni
ng in
a se
a of
snow
, B
ut it
’s o
kay,
cau
se w
e’re
in lo
ve.
Blu
e an
d bl
ack
and
silv
er w
inds
Whi
sper
that
I’ll
see
you
agai
n.
Lips
goi
ng c
old
now
, and
my
toes
. Th
e su
n is
gon
e; w
e w
atch
ed h
im g
o.B
ut ly
ing
in th
is si
nkin
g sh
ip,
Ther
e’s s
omet
hing
that
can
cou
nter
it.
Our
teet
h ar
e ch
atte
ring
thro
ugh
our s
mile
s;
Our
con
tent
men
t cou
ld g
o on
for m
iles.
I hav
e yo
u, m
y da
rling
, my
love
,A
nd e
ven
if w
e do
not
stay
abo
ve,
The
futu
re d
oesn
’t ex
ist,
nor t
he p
ast.
This
is th
e m
omen
t, th
ough
the
last
.
Sara
h Ka
hl
32
The
Fabric
of
Time
She
wov
e th
e cl
oth
artic
ulat
ely
Her
han
ds m
ovin
g sw
iftly
acr
oss t
he c
hain
; Tr
ying
to m
aint
ain
both
acc
urac
y an
d pr
ecis
ion
She
was
atte
mpt
ing
perf
ectio
n w
ith e
ach
chai
n,
Each
stitc
h,Ea
ch li
ttle
mov
emen
t, K
now
ing
and
fear
ing
the
cons
eque
nces
of a
ny m
ista
ke
Stuc
k in
mon
oton
y,H
er c
once
ntra
tion
lost
for j
ust a
mom
ent
And
her
focu
s sud
denl
y ch
ange
d,
She
drop
ped
a st
itch
And
dis
aste
r onl
y fo
llow
ed;
The
chai
n br
oke
apar
tTh
e re
perc
ussi
ons t
oo g
rave
.
Diann
a Ba
utist
a
25
Marin
ara
You
and
I are
wal
king
toge
ther
this
mor
ning
, not
hol
ding
han
ds a
nd
very
tire
d. I
t’s c
old
and
gray
the
way
it te
nds t
o be
her
e in
Ber
kele
y du
ring
the
sum
mer
. W
e’re
goi
ng to
The
Che
eseb
oard
for b
reak
fast
. Yo
u ke
ep y
our
hand
s in
your
poc
kets
whi
le m
ine
free
ze.
You’
re w
earin
g th
e ol
d gr
een
ther
mal
that
I lo
ve, a
nd sh
orts
. I’
m
wea
ring
swea
tpan
ts a
nd th
e sa
me
shirt
I w
ore
yest
erda
y. T
here
are
stai
ns o
n th
e fr
ont f
rom
the
past
a sa
uce
I was
mak
ing.
“Will
you
toss
me
that
woo
den
spoo
n?”
I say
.“Y
ou a
lread
y ha
ve a
spoo
n,”
you
rem
ark
from
the
kitc
hen
tabl
e,
whe
re y
ou a
re re
adin
g th
is m
orni
ng’s
pap
er th
ough
it is
no
long
er m
orni
ng.
“I w
ant t
he w
oode
n on
e.”
“Are
you
goi
ng to
was
h it,
then
?”“O
f cou
rse
I am
. W
hat t
he h
ell i
s tha
t sup
pose
d to
mea
n?”
“Not
hing
. H
ere.
” Y
ou li
tera
lly to
ss th
e sp
oon,
whi
ch is
not
wha
t I m
eant
by
“tos
s” th
e sp
oon.
It b
ounc
es o
ut o
f my
hand
s and
land
s with
a
plop
in m
y po
t of h
omem
ade
tom
ato
sauc
e. M
arin
ara
spla
tters
all
over
my
shirt
and
the
coun
ter.
“Jes
us!”
I ye
ll.“S
orry
,” y
ou sa
y. I
just
look
at y
ou, a
nd I
feel
like
I ha
ve n
ever
bee
n an
grie
r in
my
life,
whi
ch I
know
I’ll
real
ize
late
r is j
ust a
hyp
erbo
le.
“Why
,” I
ask
slow
ly, “
did
you
ask
me
if I’
d w
ash
the
spoo
n?”
You
paus
e, a
nd I
know
you
’re
cont
empl
atin
g ho
w u
pset
I’ll
be if
you
say
wha
teve
r you
’re
abou
t to.
You
take
the
plun
ge.
“I
alw
ays h
ave
to w
ash
the
dish
es.”
I ca
n’t b
elie
ve y
ou.
“Rea
lly?”
I sp
it ba
ck. “
Rea
lly. A
nd y
ou v
acuu
m? A
nd y
ou d
o th
e la
undr
y? A
nd y
ou d
ust a
nd m
op, a
nd y
ou m
ake
our b
ed in
the
mor
ning
?”“Y
es, I
--”
“Don
’t yo
u da
re,”
I w
arn.
I th
ink
you
are
so st
upid
right
now
. I pul
l the
spoo
n ou
t of t
he sa
uce
and
was
h it
in th
e si
nk. Y
ou h
aven
’t
26
mov
ed fr
om y
our s
eat a
t the
tabl
e--y
ou m
ay e
ven
be re
adin
g yo
ur p
aper
ag
ain.
I le
ave
the
kitc
hen.
An
hour
late
r I a
m st
ill si
tting
on
the
couc
h in
the
livin
g ro
om.
I hea
r you
mov
ing
abou
t in
the
kitc
hen
and
fi gur
e yo
u’re
recy
clin
g yo
ur
new
spap
er a
nd d
rinki
ng a
gla
ss o
f wat
er a
nd th
en w
ashi
ng th
at g
lass
whe
n yo
u’re
fi ni
shed
. I fa
ll as
leep
thin
king
abo
ut h
ow I
got o
ff w
ork
early
toda
y so
I co
uld
mak
e th
at sa
uce
for u
s.
We’
re si
tting
on
the
grou
nd in
fron
t of T
he C
hees
eboa
rd’s
piz
zeria
, le
anin
g ag
ains
t its
fron
t doo
r bec
ause
the
pizz
eria
is c
lose
d in
the
mor
ning
. M
y le
gs a
re c
old
from
the
cem
ent.
You’
re h
avin
g a
corn
che
rry
scon
e an
d I’
m e
atin
g a
bran
muf
fi n. W
e w
atch
the
cars
and
peo
ple
go p
ast.
“Tha
nks f
or c
lean
ing
up th
e sa
uce,
” I s
ay. Y
ou h
ad, i
n fa
ct, w
iped
th
e co
unte
r dow
n an
d fi n
ishe
d m
akin
g th
e sa
uce
and
put i
t in
jars
to b
e st
ored
. “N
o pr
oble
m,”
you
resp
ond,
but
it so
unds
so d
ista
nt--
like
we’
d on
ly ju
st m
et a
nd y
ou w
ere
help
ing
me
carr
y m
y gr
ocer
ies t
o th
e ca
r or
som
ethi
ng.
I loo
k at
you
, and
I kn
ow y
ou se
e m
e, b
ut y
ou k
eep
look
ing
out t
o th
e st
reet
. You
squi
nt y
our e
yes l
ike
it’s t
oo b
right
out
side
and
I se
e th
at y
ou
need
to sh
ave.
“Com
e on
,” y
ou sa
y, st
andi
ng u
p. “
We’
re g
oing
to b
e la
te fo
r wor
k.”
You
offe
r me
your
han
d to
hel
p m
e up
from
the
grou
nd, a
nd y
ou d
on’t
let g
o w
hen
I’m
stan
ding
or w
hen
we
star
t to
wal
k ba
ck h
ome.
I re
mem
ber t
hat y
ou
left
the
offi c
e ea
rly to
get
the
jars
.
Cath
erine
Kim
31
And
you
are
my
drea
mLe
t me
be y
ours
in th
is fr
ee w
orld
of d
ream
s
Briah
na A
raujo
30
I Am
a Dre
amer
and
You
Are
Not
I am
a d
ream
er a
nd y
ou a
re n
otI f
eel t
he p
rese
nce
of d
eath
You
laug
h in
its f
ace
I em
brac
e lo
veYo
u pu
sh it
aw
ay a
frai
dI a
m a
dre
amer
and
you
are
not
Your
trut
h is
my
lieM
y fe
elin
gs a
re a
par
ody
in y
our p
lay
Igno
rant
of m
y fe
elin
gs y
ou so
arI’
m th
e bi
rd fl
ying
into
a d
oor
Tim
e an
d tim
e ag
ain
Hop
ing
you’
ll fi n
ally
ope
nI a
m a
dre
amer
and
you
are
not
.A
clo
ud so
ft to
touc
h bu
t not
solid
to h
old
A fl
ower
pre
tty to
wat
ch b
loom
but
not
mea
nt to
last
Your
lack
of d
ream
ing
leav
es m
e he
artb
roke
nI a
m a
dre
amer
and
you
are
not
I see
thin
gs y
ou c
ould
n’t f
atho
mI f
eel w
ays y
ou c
ould
n’t u
nder
stan
dYo
u’re
trap
ped
in a
dre
amle
ss w
orld
Fact
ual
Con
trolle
dFi
ne-tu
ned
Way
s I d
on’t
unde
rsta
ndJo
in m
e an
d dr
eam
, for
onc
e a
drea
mer
you
’ll n
ever
be
drea
mle
ssA
dre
am w
ithhe
ld is
a d
eep
depr
essi
onR
elea
se m
eI a
m a
dre
amer
27
Runn
ing f
rom R
ainM
iser
y of
win
d an
d w
ater
com
bine
d,Ti
ny d
rops
bea
ting
upon
sallo
w sk
inA
re tr
anqu
il bl
ows o
f har
shne
ss, i
f alig
ned,
Blin
ding
the
sigh
t whi
le m
akin
g th
e sh
ield
thin
.
Cla
tterin
g so
und
enve
lops
the
runn
erO
f kno
wn
yet u
nkno
wn,
peo
ple
surr
ound
ing;
The
mov
emen
t rem
oves
her
bre
ath
as th
ey w
ere
Dis
solv
ed in
drip
ping
thou
ghts
of h
eart’
s pou
ndin
g.
Col
dnes
s num
bs th
e fa
r rea
ches
of t
he m
ind.
The
stirr
ed c
ontra
sts s
inki
ng in
to g
ray
clou
dB
low
thro
ugh
soul
s, fr
ozen
whi
ms o
f pas
sing
tim
e.Th
e ru
nner
stop
s to
cast
off
the
dark
shro
ud.
Alej
andr
a Ma
nalili
29
The
Last
Goo
dbye
As y
ou’r
e lo
cked
insi
de a
con
cret
e to
mb
Year
afte
r yea
r whi
le th
e fl o
wer
s blo
omW
hy d
id y
ou h
ave
to le
ave
so so
onU
nder
the
brig
htes
t moo
nYo
u w
ere
sile
nced
the
very
day
Your
det
erm
ined
soul
turn
ed g
rey
As y
ou tr
avel
to sn
ow w
hite
glo
ryW
e th
ink
of y
our l
ife lo
ng st
ory
As e
arth
has
left
you
noth
ing
to g
ain
We
are
here
left
in p
ain
As w
e st
and
here
in re
gret
We
slow
ly h
ave
your
hea
dsto
ne se
t
Step
hen
Ilmbe
rger