#amy dewan

[blackwingspring]

A Poem for Debbie Hu

playing music on my porch on a cold day

we both admit to agreeing with our estranged on something:

that billy joel should be revered for a couple melodies

we plan creating an all girl barbershop quartet

and have endless stories of 

lovers and states to trade

soon you disappeared into the peaceful part

of the states that you told me about

and I missed you

and was envious of the quiet rolling hills

and the stories extending 

beyond where I could see

I met one of your legends at a party

when we spoke

suddenly 

you became the story

and I missed you again

[blackwingspring]

An Affront to Poetry.

some things are meant to be kept to oneself.

some things are too sacred for poems.

But so our soul remembers:

Poems to build a resting place for them, to shape their tombs in likeness

where somehow they fit perfectly into the empty space.

A resting place for my passed lover's spirit

so it can fly through the eyes of the next beautiful person I meet.

In this tomb, there will be honey to feed that which is more sacred than the poem

Or I can take my lonely experiences to the underground temples of religions lost

and cast them in the small spaces made by time against the stones

with gods too sacred to write about in history books

because the truth is the first to go into hiding

human beings do this.

that's why there are some things too sacred for poems.

[tenderhex]

sneaky peak color version of my piece in MOONROOT (issue 2)