Amelia C Poems

He’s overweight
she’s underweight –
they used to compensate
for each other.
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I travel
the circumference of a circle:
its dull, despondent ring
of friction pierces
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I am not ackee and saltfish for breakfast,
or curried goat for lunch.
I prefer chickens alive
than seasoned for supper.
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To you I am luminous red—
my creation
that together we nourished,
in silence
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Together we’d sip coffee
while nights regressed,
while we homed new wrinkles
alongside old ones,
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Notice the quick, quiet strength
of a perfectly performed grand jeté.
Clean, icy water lashing over smooth pebbles,
the urgency of a hushed stream.
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This is how it will go:
on the day
you’ll find me up front,
suited, heeled, the most nonchalant
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to A

Write other things, they say
but it is poetry that I want to write
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He says
he likes my voice over the phone
He says
he likes to go to the movies with me
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1.
On the way to flyball we passed an incomplete building, the attached poster advertised a forthcoming retirement home, opposite a graveyard.

2.
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