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Forgone
Sophist Aday
Please. Please stop. I asked.
I was uncomfortable
at your hands
because I wanted them
and you didn't know
assumed I couldn't
nobody's fault but mine
compelled to blame you
who damn well told you
a flightless bird
couldn't peck out your heart
fingers flexing
I know the touch
from before I had to forgo
and I felt it
almost safely
and wrote words about melting
glancing up and hoping
you had hadn't stopped
If I could find form
I'd use it.
but it empties me to
scrape you, children,
into boxes
however ornate and expensive
however small or large
or blank or labeled
or yours
or mine
Sophist Aday has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Sophist's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Sophist's latest works: