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they repeated
that your story didn’t matter -
a mantra
they couldn’t calculate
the value of the sun.
-value, Kelsey Ray Banerjee
Cicada Summer
For@nosebleedclub may prompt #2
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[transcript:
the sweat drips down my back
and the loud beating of my heart
almost drowns out the buzzing
of the cicadas
the words are in my throat
if only I could push them out
if only I was brave enough
to be honest
if only I was enough.
the moon illuminates the sky
and you turn your face to the dark
to watch it
and I’m watching you
how the white of the moon washes
over your face
and somehow makes you
look more serene than before
and when you turn to look back at me
I pretend I was looking at the moon too
for once I’m glad for the cicadas
without them you would surely hear
my wild heart
and my heavy breathing” [/end]
I FOUND GOD
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[transcript:
“I found god
but I think I lost him.
He must have rolled under the bed
into a dark, quiet corner
where no one will bother him.
I must have overwhelmed him
when I asked for guidance
and forgiveness
and love, too.
I demanded and demanded until he hid.
I am more selfish than I realize.
The bruises on my hands
and the blood drip dripping down my nose
and the aching in my side
are my own burden to bear.
I found god
but I think I
drove him away
and I won’t see him
ever again.
I found god
and I pushed him away
when I thought I was
pulling him in.
I suppose my cardinal sin
is my desperation” /end transcript]
VALENTINE’S DAY
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[transcript: “The ground dropped from under me
and I reached a desperate hand up to grab for you.
One moment you were there,
the next you weren’t at all.
Suddenly I am left with nothing
but this deep aching in my chest.
I am a child again,
grabbing on to my parents’ legs as they leave me behind,
tear-streaked cheeks and a raw throat.
Something ugly swells in my chest.
I left my childhood behind years ago.
How did you place it back in my hand?
I convinced myself you wanted me
the way I wanted you.
First mistake—or maybe the second.
Maybe the first was letting you into my heart at all.
I never should’ve let my imagination run wild.
Anyway, kiss your girlfriend for me,
Sweet and slow and promising.
Maybe then I can finally right my wrongs.” /end]
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[transcript: “Can you believe this is still us?
Passing moments turn into months
turn into years
turn into lifetimes.
The blood on my hands is a deep red
and stains my heart
forever.
The wound is
too deep
to heal.
Can’t you see?
We’re no good
for one another.
Don’t you wish
it could be different?
Don’t you wish that
all that glitters
is truly gold?
Let go of my hand.
Open your eyes.” [/end]
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[transcript: that evening an apology was on the tip of my tongue
but the words melted in my mouth
like the blueberry sorbet we ate together
and I couldn’t tell you how much
you meant to me so you frowned
and looked away and still
I couldn’t push it out
so I pushed you away instead
and the hurt on your face
still haunts me in my dreams
I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’ve just forgotten what it’s like to be human
the last time I felt joy was
before my mother died
and without her I’m just going through the motions
of being the perfect son and the forgiving brother
and I can’t stay focused unless I’m counting
down the minutes to my death
to the monotonous pounding of my sneakers on the track and my pulse in my ears
but next time I see you I promise I’ll finally have a real apology for you and
I know words will never be enough but
let me show you that I mean it,
let me drop to my knees and
beg for it and
let me show you off the way I was too scared to before and
let me never kiss anyone else ever again
because I only want you
and our afternoons in the lake and
your head resting on my shoulder.
I only want you. [/end transcript]
SIGNED, SEALED, BURNED
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[transcript: “Something I wished to tell you but
could never bring myself to say:
I kissed your hair that night when you fell asleep
in my arms.
I don’t think you felt it but I wish you had.
I can never put my love into words.
Let this be enough:
Two arms around your torso and
my lips on your forehead
and the orange we shared,
how the slices made our fingers sticky
and the juice dripped onto the bed.
When you nearly fell and instinctively
reached for my hand
and you didn’t let go,
even when you regained balance
and I wished we could stay like that forever,
fingers interlocked and palms pressed together.
But eventually you let go
and my hand is still cold
because it remembers your warmth.
Here’s the letter I will never send to you,
the one I will throw into the fire once I have confessed my sins:
You almost kissed me at the lake
and I don’t know what stopped you.
Were you scared?
I wouldn’t have pushed you away.
I would’ve reciprocated without a moment’s hesitation.
Worst of all:
I wish I could omit the almost from my memory
(you kissed me at the lake).
That is the tale I will tell myself.
You were mine, once. (Almost. Almost.)” [/end transcript]