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Jonah's Love Story
Back when I was a person, my mother
told me about love. She said,
It's like this. A tall, dark stranger
walks into your life.
On his belly, you watch a movie
of everything
you could be. He swallows you,
and for a few days you live
in his possibilities, while all
you really want is to get out
and weed your garden.
Eventually you jab him enough.
He vomits you onto grass.
The first thing you see
is a hummingbird moth
hovering by an iris.
You realize then, this is what you love:
flowers, because the world of people
has given up on you.
Kathryn Good-Schiff
Back when I was a person, my mother
told me about love. She said,
It's like this. A tall, dark stranger
walks into your life.
On his belly, you watch a movie
of everything
you could be. He swallows you,
and for a few days you live
in his possibilities, while all
you really want is to get out
and weed your garden.
Eventually you jab him enough.
He vomits you onto grass.
The first thing you see
is a hummingbird moth
hovering by an iris.
You realize then, this is what you love:
flowers, because the world of people
has given up on you.
Kathryn Good-Schiff
| Copyright © 2009 Kathryn Good-Schiff. All Rights Reserved. Poem previously published in Pank. |
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