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as my sister
inspects
her *******
in the white
piece of paper
we both
refer to
as the one
and only
ghost
mirror

I fry
god’s egg
in the plastic
shovel
I took
from a sandbox
shaped
like a coffin

and shiver
like the psychic
who with
the controllable
sobbing
of her hands
gave our seizures

to animals
ONE:
i miss the
way your
body sinks
into my
mattress
marking your
beauty finitely

TWO:
and I also
miss how
your tired
kisses came
with soft
promises of
forever

THREE:
i wonder
about who
stains your
cheeks now
with red
praise and
scarlet i love yous

THREE&aHALF:
she would
never love you
as much as
i do

FOUR:
and i miss
you so much
i fall asleep
to the monotone
of myself
counting the days
of how long it has
been since
your departure

FIVE:
and to pass
my time
i count the
times you
told me you
loved me
with absent
ghost eyes

SIX:
i'm trying
to live with
the ribs you
broke and
the air
you left

SIX&aHALF:
but how can
i go on
with the bones
you left me?

SEVEN:
i'll keep trying
but it's hard
when my
memories
of you litter
my head like
the dust in
my attic

EIGHT:
and how can i
go on when
you emptied me
and left me
wondering why?

NINE:
i have
watched you
leave over
and over
and my zenith
sadness is
quite enough
to make
a collapsing
supernova feel
shame

TEN:
and sometimes
I blame
love itself for
handing me
right into
your hands

ELEVEN:
but when
it's darkest
please know
that my
moon still
chases after you

ELEVEN&aHALF:
and that
i don't
hate love
for giving
you

MIDNIGHT:
i hate love
for residing
in my heart
infinitely when
it knew you
weren't staying
forever
any word is the memory I have of it.
open skies
love birds fly off
on the mind
empty tree branch
where we sat under



(C)2014, Christos Rigakos
Tanka
our wedding album
shoved into my hands
her memories
wiped off the shelves
to start a new collection



(C)2014, Christos Rigakos
Tanka
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