on my wall
there is a collage
of people that have gone
of people who walk today
of people who are more
like monsters.
I tape and pin up
flowers and thorns
around a pinup.
several pages from playgirl
and several articles
from the day Kurt died.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I cut up magazines and things from CDs, DVDs, and vinyl and taped them to my wall. I really like it.
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Memories, fantasies are what dreams are made of. Nice that one still dream while awake.
thank you
You are most welcome
Hayleigh, this is brave and unsanitized. The wall becomes a witness to grief, desire, and survival all at once. Nothing is resolved here, and thatโs exactly why it works. Strong piece. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
Thank you
You are most welcome, Hayleigh.
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