Not Ready To Forget


Very scary, I admit― 
your vintage― 
lovemaking with 
a ghost. 

Life in a crate was 
creating nonpoems. 
Water on the ice moon 
was never there. 

Unmasked you shoot a 
songbird in flight. 
The soft music went into 
the barrel of the gun. 

Come and meet my other 
self. My penchant for talking 
to flowers has made 
me a martyr.

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  • Aislinn Wilson

    You are so unlike any poet I've ever seen, and I love it. What a vivid rhythmic poem.

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