posting poetry
i’m not sure i look putting poetry on the internet. i’ve yet to be content with it. i like sharing with friends, in class, with professors, and on grad school applications (c’mon UT Austin or NYU…!) but the jury is still out on the internet. maybe i need to stop posting snippets and start posting whole poems.
I wrote this on the one year six month anniversary of my mentor’s unexpected death (33 years old). It doesn’t do him justice, but it sums up some of my stuttered feelings, and i like collaging/repeating my own words (narcissistic, thy name is jedmund).
to:
here are the facts:
[i am a white boy
i did not fit in in africa
you died a year ago
i cry of this often
you spoke spanish
you were raised in south america
you were a white man
you fit in well in south america]
[i am a white boy
i cry of this often
i did not fit in in africa
you died a year ago
you spoke spanish
you fit in well in south america
you were raised in south america
you were a white man]
[i cry of you died a year ago
i did not fit in a white boy
you fit in well white man
you were raised, spoke]
the facts are here:
[i am not died a year ago
you are not alive now
i am alive now
you are died a year ago]
the last fact follows:
i will open my bible to revelation twenty-one
on any random sunday that a pastor references,
the words, “he will wipe away your tears”
will be underlined with blue ink
and in margins the same blue ink
will spell “i miss john”
i write this four days after the fact
i write this often
i cry of this four days after the fact
i cry of this often
