Catching up with the Dead

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"Baby it has been so long,
what do you want to talk about?"
You blurt, Spaghetti Sauce
skitter out the door sideways,
knuckles down.

At first I laugh but I see now,
you want me to tell you about
everything. How I still sometimes wait
until morning to clean up after,
noodles dried into hard orange curls,
wine evaporated into burgandy circles
at the bottom of the glass.

You want me to tell you how the children have grown,
how they haven't. How they will not let me wet the napkin
with my tongue to wipe their mouth anymore.
You want to hear the sound
of dishes clinking under water.

Do you remember the night
the baby woke up crying
for his lost balloon, how
the promise of more balloons
would not soothe him?
In your silence then, I could feel it,
your own tears wanting to spill over onto me
lonely bones wanting me to carry you up to bed,
soak your aches.

He has forgotten about the balloon.
It is our memory now, one
that will not rinse easily.

I still watch for you sometimes
up, up out of my sunroof
your ribbon cut too short.

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
ONE THING FOR CERTAIN IS

the dead will wait for you to catch them, TK U MLJ LV NV

LeBrozLeBrozalmost 17 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.

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twelveoonetwelveooneover 17 years ago
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and one last bittersweet five for old times sake, without further comment.

lobomaolobomaoover 17 years ago
•) Sweet!!

I am remiss

in being so late of late

that I cannot call after your memories

as they fade or lurk in the shadows

wanting to praise your children

before they are gone off and away

that is the tyrany of time.

Bill DadaBill Dadaover 17 years ago
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I am at a loss for words, I think your words best describe your poems affect on me...

"It is our memory now, one

that will not rinse easily."

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