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by Jeannette Gomes
Coal in the ground has been burning for years
it doesn't matter how long
you pour the water we will just be breathing
choking on dust and smoke your fire
centralia
i am the ground and i am on fire
i call to the hall
you have to pour down
whale from sky to know the nature of the mind
I am on fire I am on fire
I stand burnt foot upon the sand see if you'll
stand look back instead of lying crying being ground
You know what this sounds like?
the stream dissolving me from beneath
I haven't lived in this world for forever
my mind entrenched in silence
calling back to see if my copy is still on hold
I am and you are everything
and most of the time I can't bear to look
you in the eyes
pull your body down to absolute zero
pull the body to separate cell
(when I didn't have voice to speak with
you sang to me and told me
what miracles could be)
(I didn't know anyone could hear me
so deep in here)
(I didn't ask for a hero
I asked for a miracle
and there
you
were)
(your voice shattering force
inside this forever sleep)
(IstillshudderwhenIhearthemusicbehindme)
(istillshudderwhenIthinkthereissomeonetryingto
imprisionme)
(beautiful dark haired child
I was the ghost behind your most beautiful
I sat watching you play with the fireflies
on those warm summer nights wanting
waiting
in this place
where this touch is as real as dream)
create a wave from ball in darkness
destroying the body to stop still light
I was and you were
and you said that I was finally allowed to smile
and I held my heart in silence.
I am nothing again and you are forever again
we have a secret pact
where we remind each other every night
that blame and separation
are just an illusion
we tell ourselves is real.
is it really night or
has the darkness reached up, aurora
I live to walk down to street
breathe in deep
all the ghosts you hide back in
it permeates the peak
you can feel how particular each place sounds
in the emptiness of the night
the winter orange glow
forgets we have eyes
empty streets you walk down
see your golden form
shuffling its feet in the snow
shrouded caress its perfection
behind my eyes
I live in fire places
i know what you're doing
(milk begets milk)
(ocean sucks up into milk cloud)
(rains milk rain)
(heavy cream white)
native pierce me with lead bow
(rain milk rivers again)
shoot out from that moment
live forever
I was alive and you were dead
and you were trying to convince me
that death made you stronger
when you watched me in the shower
and I said
oh yeah
I don't believe you
there wasn't any water
I wasn't in the shower
you were never there.
Jeannette Gomes is a poet living in Chicago. She is the author of Small Breaks of Light (Love Symbol Press, 2012). She is the prettiest of all the deers.
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