A poem by Chrissy
Post-its cling to objects,
Now unnecessary, but that once
It is hard to distinguish
Between pieces that comfort us
And fragments that whisper—
Reminding you of a space and time
When you were in a better place:
A flickering store sign is a skeleton
Of dreams gone
Out of business where the flesh
Has already melted into the raw earth.
The corner of my room
Is still haunted by your frame
That stood and scanned my youth
Before giving me a patronizing kiss
On the head.
That kiss may as well have killed me,
For it is when I first mistook hatred of being shamed by you
I won’t miss your scornful eye, constantly
Reminding me I am simple.
My twin bed echoes your previous lovers:
Small, identical in naivety,
And able to be encompassed in the massive
I will miss my breakfast chair
That occasionally sparks a memory of family
And peaceful innocence—
A memory that too often
Is muted by my confused foolishness.
I was wiser as a child.
The true move came when
I felt the burn of the future,
And saw that you
The ravages that remain is just excess hurt melting
Off of the carcass of a suicidal beast
That killed me before
It killed itself.