Wolfie Gilmore
08-08-08, 06:05 PM
I still catch glimpses
Of days in clear sunshine
A promise to travel to Istanbul
A shop full of jars and Giles
Every single answer to my SATs
The 59th and final President
Of the United States
My mother’s funeral
Futures moved forwards
For a while
I was one person
Just Willow
Now I am legion
Stitched together
With veins and magic
I remember in fractures
A walk in the park
The boys who wanted you
Their faces turned
Your wound
Its bullseye spreading
Ripples through time
This is the edge
Where the waves break
I kick dust
Over dead faces
The scraps
Of what I was
Not going grey
I’ve grown into the black
Of ancient fossil fuels
I am a witch
So I will burn
The mirror cracks
Just this pledge remains
The only straight line of self
As the world and I go mad
I will warn her
We will take it back
I am too old to love
Of days in clear sunshine
A promise to travel to Istanbul
A shop full of jars and Giles
Every single answer to my SATs
The 59th and final President
Of the United States
My mother’s funeral
Futures moved forwards
For a while
I was one person
Just Willow
Now I am legion
Stitched together
With veins and magic
I remember in fractures
A walk in the park
The boys who wanted you
Their faces turned
Your wound
Its bullseye spreading
Ripples through time
This is the edge
Where the waves break
I kick dust
Over dead faces
The scraps
Of what I was
Not going grey
I’ve grown into the black
Of ancient fossil fuels
I am a witch
So I will burn
The mirror cracks
Just this pledge remains
The only straight line of self
As the world and I go mad
I will warn her
We will take it back
I am too old to love