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The realization has to be clumsy
Because it’s not our fault:
I have been dead long enough.
She drips metastasis
Like Tom Petty trills;
The willing cog
To my desire to be damaged.
Her sinuous lure is music lore,
Sublime beyond synecdoche.
Left-rightness is a sharable quality.
I do not want to depend,
But transcend,
As I regress.
The problem is that you will not believe me.
~ Trever Abes
Trevor Abes is 21 years old, and has been published in Wordletting and Sage of Consciousness, and recently won The Medium’s Poetry Contest at the University of Toronto at Mississauga.
Read more of Trevor Abes’s poetry:
– Echoing Rose
– Pre-Romantic-Post
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