#POEM FOR MY #GP #Misunderstanding

Posted on July 7, 2015

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WORDS ON BEING SPLIT (& SO MISUNDERSTOOD)

Slightly to the right—
I noticed the shift— the slightly
‘Cooler’ connection as if
Somehow I’d been rendered
Someone ‘on the other side’.
A ‘person’, somehow, Dead. Like being
Branded like a cow, or 999 upon my head.

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Colleagues, even those few miles
Adrift, still able to fuel group fantasy
— and like a fist, closed, –resisting the embrace
Of the very human, deep, if dreadful, drowning me.

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And yes, there is a paradox in this.
There is the crucifix, the kiss
Of death that maybe is
the only way I can be free.

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And everyone as ever, bound to miss—-
For ‘words’ however ‘skilled’ they sound
Can’t start to cut this ice that burns as fire
And razes to the ground, my heart.

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Dianne Aslett 6/7/2015