by Jéanpaul Ferro
I watched her walk out the blue door,
so at night I took her by the feet out into
the ten kinds of darkness,
her mouth whispering the way the Internet
whispers poetry,
forks and spoons packed up like we’re
on the go again,
drunk in night sweats in the time machine
on our way to equilibrium,
please! I scream; I can’t do this anymore!
she screams;
until finally we both let go, hay in both
of our hair, our minds/souls undone,
because twenty years in the future I hear
the pain I put in her voice right now,
so I bring her back home and place her in
bed with the cool covers over her breasts,
her mind never knowing the before and after
of everything I had to undo (just for her).
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ABOUT THE POET ~
A 10-time Pushcart Prize nominee, Jéanpaul Ferro’s work has appeared on National Public Radio, Contemporary American Voices, Columbia Review, Emerson Review, Connecticut Review, Sierra Nevada Review, Portland Monthly, Rattle Magazine, Arts & Understanding Magazine, and others. He is the author of All The Good Promises (Plowman Press, 1994), Becoming X (BlazeVox Books, 2008), You Know Too Much About Flying Saucers (Thumbscrew Press, 2009), Hemispheres (Maverick Duck Press, 2009) Essendo Morti – Being Dead (Goldfish Press, 2009), nominated for the 2010 Griffin Prize in Poetry; and Jazz (Honest Publishing, 2011), nominated for both the 2012 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Prize and the 2012 Griffin Prize in Poetry. He is represented by the Jennifer Lyons Literary Agency. Website: www.jeanpaulferro.com * E-mail: jeanpaulferro@netzero.net
Last updated August 30, 2011