Engagement

Standard

we tried making it

up the hill

where there was that damned bird

(hawk)

encircling the steep

and air knifing so cold

but you told me

your parents would adore me

as we gracefully opened the door.

I wanted to linger by the door,

since something told me

that the bird was trying to

listen in. I fisted my hands,

but they thought I was scared.

we tried winging it,

up the hill

where there was that damned thought

(fear)

circling my eyes

and abandon was stripping so fierce

but you told me

your parents might ignore me

as we forcefully opened the door

I wanted to run out of the door

since something had told me

that the thought

was trying

to listen in.

I covered my ears but they

thought I was deaf-

thought I could land/lock/land/lips

not knowing to embarrass;

so we told them about the engagement

and I stormed out and lit a cigarette

and that damned knifing air

that damned stripping abandon

killed when you said you’d do anything for me,

but since we came by cab and I left by cab

I payed on my own and it was on my tab

and I left you, a ring still on my finger

but it was like living in a dream

and I don’t know if

I dropped it in the ocean half-asleep

or swam inside to get a closer look at the

ocean’s water breaking, and decided it wasn’t even worth the trouble

of diving beneath the waves to save it.

Copyright 2015 Golden Star Poetry

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