Poetry By
April Salzano
Published on: 7/13/2013
Hump in Our Bed
Between here and there, your side and mine, is home to a plateau between two valleys, imprints in memory foam near where our torsos would meet. It looks as if we merged at our lower halves, but left this space between our bodies, the place where they did not touch. We formed a heart, two ventricles with a prolapsed center.
Published on: 7/8/2013
Chaos Emerald
is the color I will always call your eyes. Lost where we found you, you were searching for a toy like the other kids had, tiny plastic gem to put in pocket for later. Stealing is such a harsh way to put it. Claiming or saving better describes your intention. No one else really cared what happened to the emeralds when they left the room, couldn't see the way light attached itself to angles and prismed if you closed one eye. Those were the days of chaos and dying
virtual pets. No matter what you did, the schedule was off and that darned thing needed to eat in the middle of the night, just when you could not get to it in time. Crying for you while you did as you were told, stayed in bed. Unless it grew and evolved, the little animal inside the jar would not come out. With the calm logic and paternal guidance that were still intermittent that year, your brother showed you that you only needed to break the outside latch to retrieve the baby. Life was simpler after that, even if it did not make much more sense for awhile to come.
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