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2 Poems by A. Menaer




i. cherry blossom trees on a winter feast


i paused on that evening


a few autumns ago, i say autumn


because the skies extolled the leaves


for they kept on turning green,



but were it not for the poles


and their tells, no one would have said


that it was red the color that should have


tainted the crescent dreams,



one of those evening in which i woke


amidst a fever fist with a thought


halfway done by the bedside


and grief lurking above me



one of those autumns in which


the sun incinerated cement streets,


one of those autumns in which the thirty-five


degrees waiting by the pavemented



meadows emasculated the wind


that should’ve been that of


an autumn sonata,


just to see you leave



ii. ignore things, all


i took different trains


every night



i bought even bigger clothes


at remote thrift stores, out of town


i still couldn’t escape



i was still there


and my



skin was so red from all the pulling


and trying to be someone else


i had to let the ivy grow



ABOUT:


A. Menaer is currently going through high school, somewhere in the heart of South America.


EDITOR'S SONG PAIRING: lightfmmusic — Thrift Store Clothes





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