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*my thanksgiving resolution is to write. and not just write, but write poems. (hahaha. i know.) and not just write poems, but post them. why? idkmybffjill. i just have to.



before the wind and the architecture
before the flickering street light
before the train platform and the pastrami sandwiches and the riverwalk
before the confessions and the eggshells
and the conversations, too complex for words,
hearts and minds were intertwined--
like fish and chips
huck finn and tom sawyer
mountains and valleys

but threads came unraveled,
undone with time and use:
a cheap wool sweater from the second-hand store

so be for the br    oken memories and hearts
be for the pictures taped above the nightstand
(now faded and warped because of light)
be for the escape of imprisoned fears
(Desolation held captive by a jaw, clenched)
be for the forgiving
(but not the forgetting)

momentary misery might illuminate Truth
and the unraveling gives a better glimpse
of what's inside
because without first holding on, you can never let go