Pieces of Junk

August 22, 2008
By texasgrrl95 GOLD, West Orange, New Jersey
texasgrrl95 GOLD, West Orange, New Jersey
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Worthless pieces of
Take up space in her room.

A gum wrapper he turned into an airplane
And shot at her.
(When she tore them up, he just kept
Making them
And shooting them until she kept one.
Making her
A whole fleet.)
Like Cupid.
Only slower.
Slow enough for her.

A wrinkled map she will never need
To their
It is
(His face when he
Smiled at her.)
(The notes he
Wrote to her.)
Softened from wear.
(His shirt.)

The pictures--double prints--unnecessary doubles.
Then again,
Was it ever necessary to be two together?
Maybe not
Necessary, necessarily,
In a
Scientific Way,
But just for happiness.

A folded and bent book
Where he signed
And drew her some directions.
Not intentional directions,
Because he knew that she could handle
It (whatever It was).
But he also knew
Once he had drawn them
That they were.

These pieces of junk
The lot of it is garbage.)
Take up space in her room
And swallow what is
Left of her.
All the pieces of her.

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This article has 3 comments.

mandingo said...
on Oct. 12 2008 at 12:41 am
i like the line "slow enough for her" that section- but whole poem is great

on Sep. 12 2008 at 5:41 am
Hey, Zoe. This is really good! Sorry if you mind me searching for you, I happened to read your comment to Lulu Dark, eh. But great poem dude!

Skippy said...
on Sep. 7 2008 at 6:23 am
This is amazing. The pieces/whole contradiction at the end is intense, and the way it builds from the quiet beginning really works. Keep writing!


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