shurmantine

Hazelton - Alea Shurmantine

“Do you even care?”


If I squint, the streetlamp looks like 
a daffodil. 
This time, he wrote a list. 
This time his voice cracks. 

What can I say?

My legs are too long 
for your passenger seat
 
or
I forget about water 
I’ve left boiling on the stove 
more often than I remember 
how wholly I broke you
 
or
Of course I care 
or
You’ve grown so thin 
or
No 
or
I avoid your name 
like a pothole, like bitter wine
 
or
You were never this thin 
or
I cannot forgive you for loving me 
or
I don’t know 
or
Thin as sandpaper, as cobwebs, 
as December wind 
through the dying grapevines


This time he wrote a letter. 
He is drinking coffee. 
It will keep him up all night. 

Do I care?

“If I squint, the streetlamp looks like 

a daffodil.”