there are few things so important they are forgotten.
and even fewer that are remembered.
things like
the sleep in your eyes
like corn crust.
the eyelashes
decaying in your
cornea, memories
of dust-fibres floating in your
eye.
the times where you’d speak
about nothing,
I mean, literally nothing,
and smile because you were holding my hand
and there was nothing else that mattered
right at that moment.
we shopped in supermarkets that lined
out food like trophies, polished and gleaming.
the pesticides stung our lips but we ate apples
without washing them
and crunched pistachios like rocks in a blender.
then ran away because we thought the
guards might kill us for stealing
four nuts and biting
apples we weren’t going to buy.
we couldn’t do much.
we still can’t,
but we can sing some songs
that rhyme when they shouldn’t and laugh
at all the men and women trying to make something
out of everything.
Author notes
prompt: pistachios.
this is boring but true.
A contest entry
- think fast! (quickie) by sighingflosser..
400 points, ended November 30, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Lost Causes.
Comments
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this reminds me of my best friend and I. ( besides the holding hands )
loved this write, haven't read from you in awhile and i don't remember why I stopped. seriously, i loved this.
bookmarked, this i have to show her.
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phucck.
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