It’s looking like my Baltimore show is going to fall through. I’m really sorry y’all, next time!
If you live anywhere near Scranton, PA, consider coming to this crazy cool gathering this Saturday - a poetry reading with Clementine von Radics !
It’s taking place at TwentyFiveEight Studios behind Cooper’s Seafood
Tickets are $7 presale and $10 at the door
Any profits benefit the Breaking Ground Poets, a local youth spoken word group (that I’m a proud member of! :)
It wasn’t just that I was leaving,
(For the 2:40 bus. For reasons thick in the air.
For reasons that lived beneath the house.
Forever this time)
It wasn’t just that he said it,
(It was the way he said it.
Standing in the doorway, his mouth a thin
clothesline, eyes like two bloodless sunsets
It wasn’t that I didn’t say it back,
(Couldn’t soothe him one last time.
Wasn’t that girl anymore. Had a bus to catch.
It wasn’t that I didn’t,
(Though I had stopped breathing his name.
Stopped worshipping his mouth.
Didn’t know I still had years
of sweat dreaming in his voice)
It was the way he knew
I would not say it
(Knew I hated him for his weakness.
Knew his heart disgusted me. Knew I had caught
a butterfly only to rub it with my hands.
Remove the resin.
Leave it winged and without flight)