Blackout Poetry - Poems about Blackout Poetry

I'm almost disappointed when the pot of tea is off the stove. I forgot her. She stands next to me, unconvinced. I step aside and let her weep and wail. She's here for a few more days and I will figure this out. She was sick for years. 2/21/2021 Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 13...

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Eye contact is grey and clear. I don't hear screaming... then two small children fidget and speak in fortifying walls... and then my lips are parched and I can't swallow. I marvel at them, like two white doves waiting to take flight. I tilt my head to see flesh and bone and ash. 2/21/2021 Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 9...

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He shakes his head against the linoleum. I watch him rinse his mug with my eyes closed before the sound of the mug shatters into pieces just like the occasion. I stare at him for a moment, a ghost. I thought I heard him raise his eyebrows. I just dropped my head. "You're not real. You're dead." 2-21-2021 Credit: Someone You Love...

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She collected his every phrase like an assortment of antiques. She realized she could also sort them by date. 2/21/2021 Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 21...

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