ugh
welcome back punxsutawney
did you forget this year too?
i am in dejvu with another
stranger, unsteady smiling across
the room. we are past-life beaming,
silently screaming, can we pick up
where we left? i am a kid punching a hole
into the cosmos. how do we stitch
this time into the rest, exactly
what universe of trauma is this?
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Love the internal rhyming and angst of this one though! The breaks, “past-life beaming”
ugh. lovelovelove. just brilliant and beautiful, Jess.
i jusy love the idea of this poem and one of the best rhetorical questions I’ve ever read
how do we stitch
this time into the rest, exactly
what universe of trauma is this?
Sorry about my typo above. To further praise your poem. You’ve posed a very clever, mind-blowing question in short amount of time. Great use of concision.
Doesn’t it just feel like “punching a hole in the cosmos” sometimes? Love this, Jessica!
Why yes I do now that you mention it. There’s more to this poem than meets the eye!
Thanks you all!!