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I Often Have Nostalgia
For Things That Never Happened
(for E.H.)
tonight i learned about the dead boy
who filmed my old stomping ground
in such a way that i felt the comfort
he felt while depressed & savoring nature
while watching his youtube movie
& my cluttered walls became
the passenger seat view down
US HWY 19 & how the sky
above it looked from the floor mats
& how some people look too young
to be dead & some people have
aquatic eyes that look nice
to drown in & some people
even have ocean waves
in their blue eyes with flecks
of washed up kelp floating on irises
real beaches are the dirty ones, where i
learned things from & divined options of
detrimental life decisions in the muck,
where i chased the live boy
who ranted about Lou Reed for two
hours & who didn’t even blink when i
mentioned the shooting star,
but i wished for a kiss that never came
anyway
this dead boy behind the lens, in the lens,
i kissed him in a dream once
& he’s still a stranger because
i’ll only know his ghost sickness
i’ll name a certain pain after him
& it will wax & wane as pain does
but he’ll still be gone living on
in real time memory uploaded
to my subconsciousness where he first
pressed a thumb to in order to leave
a smudge so i’d find him eventually,
in every palm tree lined reverie
i left my curses there & discovered melancholy
& the dead boy & the live boy
exist simultaneously
in a single body buried
like the old addresses i never want to
find again but here is one framed
elegantly among swamps
& the dead boy is with me
watching me watching what he
was watching
during our shared dark times
& wondering if i’m really alive
or are we both just dreaming?
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A deep poem Jennifer! You bring this sense of intrigue throughout the piece! Beautifully written! Loved reading it!
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Thank you, Dominic
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My pleasure Jennifer!
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sic
well
do tell
history teaches
us preach
weep then well niobe!
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This is such a good poem Jennifer! I was riveted from start to end.
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Thank you, Conny!
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This is phenomenal, Jennifer, in every sense. You are so good at weaving us into the same haunting. 🤍
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Thanks so much, Sun!! ❤️
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heart wrenching Jennifer and so well written. I just wrote a piece similar.. I may post it soon, 💞
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Thank you, Cindy. I look forward to reading it if you do.
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You’re so welcome!
Thanks a lot!
❤️💕
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you 💙
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Very nice
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Thank you
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Gifted writing ❤️
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Thank you, Laura 💙
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Wow 😲
Dark and powerful, Jennifer
~David
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Thank you
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*hug*
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Well done, Jennifer! Sensitive and melancholy, just as most of our lives!
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Thank you for reading!
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I love it. Deep. Well written. Love how Lou Reed is name dropped.
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Thanks for reading!
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