eleventh hour

you did not expect to wake

as you did not mean to acquiesce

in the love

and end with wounds that split your atom

or

you did expect

that the wakening

would always be split

you think about boiled lollies

and forget a broiled heart

you conjure inked goddesses

and all you want is your own goddess

not you

but for you

the little time

slows and grows

and you know it cannot be so

but it is

yesterday

has been lost on a name

Aedos rejects her shame

and stays with eyes that nod yes

at least for a few hours

so you will grow tall

you recall shadows of behind

and scream

clichés verbatim

you swore you’d never use

and you wonder

is this an age old premonition

tears

and

goodbyes

the final curtain

then you surface

it sounds absurd

you count

one

two

three

me

and you see yourself in the morning

a grip has loosened

and the one

who cheated

was not him or her

it was you

on

you

so you march

on

alone

with not a crowded ice heart

but

with a thawed

reflection

that drips knowledge

goddess/god given

onto an

even field

of homing coming heather


self

eleventh hour

Lisa  Jewell

Joined July 2007

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