the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

Category: poetry (page 9 of 63)

involuntary catch

involuntary catch

every fist. unidentifiable.
i let hands grab this nothing that ever
attempted to act like we were try-able.
my permanent gift is accept never.
i mean. please. hush. cut. outside. solution. Continue reading

incinerate insignificant

incinerate insignificant

i once wove a web that tangled my feet.
stories and fiction for feelings on me.
never before had i tasted deceit.
you said you were sorry. i disagree.
island hide isolation. your new life.
three years deep. i’m done hollowing inside.
and you’ll never mention your 10-year wife,
after i collapsed, how could i divide?
clouds came finally, encasing only. truth.
do you know how long that i could not see?
corruption of lost devouring youth,
no thought toward what being in love should be.
sweet hindsight brings grace of being set free.
i lit that piece of life, ancient debris.

direction (of diving)

direction (of diving)

patterns of vision. luster combustion.
this light. off of him. onto him. this
pace slowing head turning stop
where you realize that the two of you
did not cease. running. i escaped
and he turned. i stopped. and i never
pause to stand in one place. i keep
the pull of the moon and sun’s heat
in the palms of my hands. he felt hot
to me. like something individual to fit
a space unknown as vacant. heart
swell casting.
thrown
into jump.

tides of together

tides of together

i met him. another. morning
after the other before another;
because men? they (just) simply
again and again and again.
so… i looked up and he was
down. do you really know what
it takes being (?). he stole a
piece of me. too long ago. now
to recall back then. nevermind. Continue reading

greeting goodbye for a fake hello

greeting goodbye for a fake hello

Reaching the point where I am. Out. I’m out.
Unlike your ex, I won’t call for your couch.
I am not a species designed to shout.
36 years and I’ve never once slouched.
Don’t think I’m sad. Or even. Hurt. Walking
In shadows; all that I had. Do you think
If I felt, I would continue talking
? Don’t have to close two eyes. Only one. Wink.
Your memory failed us. Waving white flag.
You induce numb while I ignite this. Life
Blowing rings. Tipping crystal. Standard swag.
This knowledge-less land knows nothing of strife.
Next time you treat someone like you did me,
I hope you embrace what starting can be.

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