indiana pehlivanova

Rookie (08/19/90 / Bulgaria)

Friday The 13th - Poem by indiana pehlivanova

Milk drops splashing in a pool
Of yesterday’s dinner

I count each one as it drowns
Outside it’s mad – everything

This is not me
It’s blue jeans worn inside out

Half hug
Half a post card

This is what I think of
When you tell me

Patients are sleeping
In a castle,20 ft. below the sun

Sailors counting the stars
Then crossing them out again

The wind mistook the sea
For a lavender petal

Half scissors
Half a watch

I listen to the sound of someone
Tearing apart another sheet off the calendar
And a boy lives through a fire
And I smile


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 17, 2010



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