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Nov 2015 · 610
Embossed
Hanjo Nov 2015
I hung our picture on the wall.
The pair of us, embossed.
Forever grinning from ear to ear like
The two that time forgot.

It rested there; outlined in paint
From my house; ceremonial and
Functionless. Colored squares
Purely for show-and-tell.

The frame was made of oak;
Strong and familiar.
Surrounding everything we knew
But all at once broke;

Leaving the glass in sharp angles
On the kitchen tile.
Watch the glossy paper scratch
And suddenly, the photo-finish isn't perfect.
Oct 2015 · 546
Villanelle for a Poet
Hanjo Oct 2015
I hear your voice inside my head;
Sweetly singing, slowly creaking.
You only ever knew me dead.

It's like you've crawled into my bed-
Never one for needless weeping,
I hear your voice inside my head,

Your prayers I'm sure, have been misled,
For I've been sleeping, never speaking
You only ever knew me dead.

Countless words I've sat and read,
Learning every line, that desperate pleading,
I hear your voice inside my head.

Your words in me have freedom bred,
Now alive, in fear of bleeding-
I hear your voice inside my head,
"You only ever knew me dead."
for Sylvia Plath

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