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Untitled Sestina

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Untitled Sestina

A knock on the door doused my dreams of fire 
I opened it to a back-beat
Of the kind perpetuated by a bar that you
Frequent- I've heard it said that love is water;
If so, this tide has receded. The birds call
From London- tomorrow we fly.

Tonight I will twist a sheet into knots and call
And hang up when the answering machine drips water 
Into my ear- I have been overheard by flies
As I rappel away from this wildfire 
Burning up my closet space to the beat 
Of a kick drum played by my memory of you.

My getaway driver has failed to RSVP, so I fly 
On my own time- my recollection will beat 
Me to the finish line, or sink in the water.
The taste of treason used to belong to you;
I fell in love with a feeling I mistook for fire,
And left you a cell phone full of unanswered calls.

The women in my family love the water-
It is impossible for us to drown, they call 
From between the waves, why must you scream fire?
I do not tell them of the isolation of flies
The glint of sharks’ teeth around my heartbeat.
The shore rips at my feet, like you.

I am not a girl who knows how to dance to the beat 
I trip over my doubt (it burns like fire)
Please pay me to make things up, kingdoms of water 
And wine. Nothing inspires awe quite like you 
Could, quite like you can. The fly 
On the wall is just like you- it'll never call.

Fast in my car- warped colors tell you
To repeat yourself in fear of spitting up water 
From an ancient shipwreck- the one fire 
Chained and choked and beat 
Over the head until the flames were flying 
Their own skull and bones- improvised battle calls.

The dial tones of dropped calls buzz like flies 
As I sip watered-down drinks and play with fire 
In the form of every beat of my heart without you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 4/28/2017 7:18:00 AM
Another thought provoking piece of writing. Your style is very unique as it seems random thoughts find their way to page only to coalesce into a meaning that takes shape as I read this. Very deep and kind of lonely feeling. Maybe even a hint of desperate desolation. Nicely done.
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Molly Fording
Date: 4/28/2017 10:57:00 PM
Favorite comment yet! Thank you.
Date: 4/28/2017 2:41:00 AM
Formidable! comes to mind. You certainly have some quips in your quiver. Enjoyed the read. Kind regards, Craig
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Molly Fording
Date: 4/28/2017 10:57:00 PM
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it!