Things I am and was and will be and can never be again
i drop from a line
cut into little dots.
bait for the guppies in the pod
gulped like fish pellets
drink me in, drink me in.
turn this moment into ribbons
of film, of photographs.
played into the ears of those
who never listen.
remember me, oh god won’t you remember me.
turn me into a globe,
a glass ball, your oracle.
slide your hands over me and look into
my eyes for something more.
find your future in me, it’s lost
somewhere in between
what I am, what we were.
cough me up like
cherry red couch drops with shards
sticking to your throat.
let me sink in, taste it for days.
Long lasting, easily forgotten.
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Loving how the last lines mirror each other
I’m fascinated with the idea of dropping from a line cut into dots, and turning into a strip of film, a crystal ball, a cough drop and somehow becoming part of someone else for better or worse. Very cool poem.