Poem #2 | Swinging




If I remember anything about tonight,
I hope it’s the way that I felt like Lux Lisbon
when I swung too high,
because the sunlight fell
down through the
leaves and grazed my eyes
and that’s what
Jeffrey would have wanted,
even though i’m not blonde,

and my bed never had a
canopy to hang my
rebellion on,
and we don’t ever get fish flies
where I come from,
and I’ve got the correct amount of
teeth in my mouth.

And how strange it had seemed to me
that I should feel like her,
when it was
Bonnie who swung from
the rope,
and it’s
Therese whose name I

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