Annette Marie Hyder, 01/12

earlier, then, now

earlier

clouds thick with blueberry shadows
curled around ribbons of cream

then

the rain repetitively rattled the window
like someone with OCD

now

petals layer the walkway
a special event red carpet — for nobody but the wind


shiny things

my thoughts are birds
that will not stop flocking to you
telephone-wire-synapses
thrum
with their perched regard

they migrate north instead of south
in this orientation
i try to shoo them
towards sunlight and warmth —
the interest of other men

but they keep finding
the prismatic shine of your ice
irresistible

i want flamingos, bright and exotic,
parakeets, cardinals or bluebirds will do
instead i get magpies
with their love of things that are shiny
and all fixated on you


spoil the day

i don’t want the crispness of white against your dark skin
to intrude on every paper-sleeved truffle i am ever given
i don’t want black ribbons around presents
to slip though my fingers like strands of your hair

i hate music and movies and food and wine
i don’t want those too
all whispering of you
i don’t want anything to do with you
so why are you everywhere, in everything?
my cereal, my coffee, my drive in to work…

i don’t want you in this picture that would be so perfect
if only it weren’t for you
i cut you out of it and yet
here you are
still finding your ways to loom in absence
and spoil the day
Promote. Poetry.
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