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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4010 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Postscript to a Twenty Page Letter Lauriette (Laurie Byro) The ocean was vast I was small but the fish spun gold and silver and waited for me to follow He begged me “enter.” He was fascinated with my toes, He sucked them the way my lover wouldn’t. Earnest as he was, I spoke of human love— the fierce undoing, the magnificent cruelty of men. He taught me the lowing of whales underwater, the shivering of palms, how bergamot and cinnamon smell off an island of spice. I taught him crickets and peepers, rainfall after a moonlight walk. I told him mango tastes sweetest when sucked off the tendrils of an lover’s hair. We were ill fated. A leaf will whisper to trees I taught him the names of, “reality” there’s no truth to these stories. Truth was, none of that matters now. Just as those who leave live inside our head, evidence proves otherwise. Peepers, crickets, cinnamon rainfall. |
