Nice! ^_^ This was in breathe_poetry about a month back Paper Year by Fatima Lim-Wilson
Let us celebrate with our household gods. Call in the family ghosts who have never left. They glue hurled vases, hum ancient tunes To muffle our shouts. Tonight, let us Use our wedding gifts, all silver and outsized. We dance, fencing with our elbows, boasting Of how our feet never leave the ground. We toast to the absence of friends, severed By our shared disdain. Who could have Ever liked us? Smoke rises, ashes Shifting into flowershapes. The very Ghosts shiver in our glacial drift. We try to keep warm, throwing Into the fire the volumes read Between our spoken lines and the blueprints For bridges we built, separately, As we talked in our sleep.
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Date: 2011-03-25 05:28 pm (UTC)This was in
Paper Year
by Fatima Lim-Wilson
Let us celebrate with our household gods.
Call in the family ghosts who have never left.
They glue hurled vases, hum ancient tunes
To muffle our shouts. Tonight, let us
Use our wedding gifts, all silver and outsized.
We dance, fencing with our elbows, boasting
Of how our feet never leave the ground.
We toast to the absence of friends, severed
By our shared disdain. Who could have
Ever liked us? Smoke rises, ashes
Shifting into flowershapes. The very
Ghosts shiver in our glacial drift.
We try to keep warm, throwing
Into the fire the volumes read
Between our spoken lines and the blueprints
For bridges we built, separately,
As we talked in our sleep.