Treasure Island

Mandolyn ...


they gave me medication and told me you were gone


it was mean, what you did
die like that.
and now i'm turning a new number,
the number you said would
arrange arthritis
in my lower back and hips-
but you'll never see me near a candle again
or taste the frosting
from a cupcake -off my lips
when you were impatient.

i almost kissed your corpse, i came so close
to shaking your shoulders so they'd shrug
the way they did when you were vital
when i asked if you were happy
then backed out of our hug.

Submitted: Thursday, July 03, 2014
Edited: Monday, July 07, 2014

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  • Colleen Courtney (7/3/2014 11:40:00 AM)

    Aww...so many emotions come through in this poem. There's sadness, sweetness, poignancy and in a way even a subtle sense of humor. Wonderful write. (Report) Reply

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