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Poetry: Emily Corwin
A Natural Love Affair
By Emily Corwin
ever I felt things in these rooms—a handful of tinder sticks, listen for sputter.
becoming milkweed, becoming a wick gone crispy, a bride come back to the
party and all the guests are elsewhere. I miss everybody, but leave me alone
for goodness sake, why don’t you, don’t you go tumbling in the lake rust--
decay is what you’re smelling, a sunken dress—bleached, open husk, arms
raised in shimmer.
what’s a girl to do when this hoofed animal, when it brings
her, when it splinters and she is swallowed up in the road--
softest tendril, the blackbirds closing in. she wanted to live
her life as someone—a girl gripping mirrors, dark sometimes.
sometimes awaiting, under maples and gloom, some bit of
sweetness crawling out.
my sundress—black cherry, drenched. tonight, I am caked, I spit
—brown sugar, autumn mums I reaped. throwing a hiss, throwing
spite around like a boiled nectar, how will I will myself out? they
took my bad things happening—they pulled out every girl, filling
a vial. all season long, I break my closest things. I guess home is
always a place I have slept in. I guess you want me—whittled
down, pretty as a cobbler.
#Unreal #Poem #Nature #ProsePoetry
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