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Erin Kay
Poems
Jul 2013
Cruel Fate
I hope that I'm your Moby ****.
I hope I'm the sneering, many-toothed crocodile from your Captain Hook head.
I hope you awake, late in the night, sweating, hearing a ticking sound,
Because I hope I'll always have just enough of you to haunt you.
I have great confidence you'll think of me often,
so perhaps that's why I could stop thinking of you.
I don't attribute myself much besides longevity,
and to you,
not even that.
One stormy day,
You'll find me,
Covered in ink, washed ashore in a bottle
on the same sands that
tick-tick-tick
your hourglass away.
My message will speak simply of your failure to toss me beyond the tide.
The mind is no place for hiding things, and fate has a way of showing us that.
But perhaps,
Darling,
you're still defying them both.
Written by
Erin Kay
Austin, Texas
(Austin, Texas)
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