#movingon
It is home
& nothing else. For home is to give
every doorway a human it knows
it cannot keep. That this golden light
is shaved down by a grating heart
of loss—smashed blue in the clay
sun, rhubarb moonlight, loom of a wooden
feeling that you are missing. The ice
cubes of a vodka tonic are melting
by the lake. The moose are still
awaiting your curved arrival.
This week is foggy,
but a kiln is warming somewhere.
There is so much lettuce in the garden.
Here is the Mooselake of summers past
aged to a single piece of beach glass.
Here is the dock to a mourning lake.
This life is blue, and every teary eye a moon
trying to excuse light for leaving
it slivered each day. This is fullness
confused for emptiness. This is the birch
built black bear rotted to a bare truth.
Just name it time.
Just name it love.
You are calling sandwich orders from the stairs
above the water, rattling down the hill in the cart.
This month is but a rattling return.
We ask for you,
but are given an empty dining chair, mosaic squares,
stacked log walls, this day.
Here is the doorway of loss. Here is your house
with all the chairs filled, rocking chairs, rocking.
Here’s everyone who loves you crammed
into the screened porch: smelling of salt bagels,
wet daffodils, bald hearts, trying to find a mountain
road, raspberry smashed ground, a way home to you.
This world is throbbing. This house is full.
There are many doorways
and we are all moving through.
“I guess I’m not really over you if I still search for you within other guys.”
I met you and now I can see why people belive in saying, “right person, wrong timing.”
“I don’t miss you. I just miss the idea of you.”
“We were just too different. I looked for the beauty in love and you looked for the reason in it.”
We used to sit around the park till after dark
With incense swirling uncontrollably
Now we meet over text messages with emojis
Silently refraining from saying:
Our maps shifted but we misplaced coordinates
The only way we knew how
Dot to dot to dot
But my bindi missed the mark - that last time I shouted in the park
Especially as it’s dusk and the spray can is nearly empty
WonderWoman painted in little suns on the shaky balcony
Oh and those old trees in a rose garden that probably still looks the same
Your names are etched onto old clothes and sit in a frame
About Victim
It is not that, so I plot a new landscape
Where sunsets in Southall and Kent
Are closed chapters and I look toward the new horizon
South of the River
Maybe forever.
안녕하세요 여러분! 저는 휴식을 취했지만 이제는 한국어 공부를 다시 시작할 준비가되었어요. 남자 친구가 나랑 헤어 졌기 때문에 최근에 힘든 시간을 보냈어요. 저는 공부하는 것이 기분이 나아질 것이라고 생각해요. 슬픈 생각에서 벗어날 수 있게 해 줄 거예요. 한국어를 배우는 것은 항상 저를 행복하게해요!
Hello everyone! I took a break but now I’m ready to resume studying Korean diligently. I’ve had a hard time recently because my boyfriend broke up with me. I think studying will make me feel better. It will take my mind away from my sadness. Learning Korean always makes me happy!
I’m 99% sure nobody really forgets their ex, one just stops thinking about them as often as they used to and know they weren’t the right one.
It might be the 10th time walking away, but know your worth!
-RB