• MJ Fievre

I'll Believe in Friendship

1.

I dream

of a trapdoor

into a room that spins.

Distances:

words inch their way

into my head,

itching like bad ideas:

meters & acres

& points of no return.

How many feet

to the pavement?

How many hurts,

how many

broken bones?

2.

New Harmony, Indiana.

The serene boondocks.

A girl named Katie.

A tandem bike.

A minute bottle

of vodka jungle juice

smuggled

into the Barn Abbey.

Tornado sirens,

Midwestern snacks,

midnight escapes,

& the obscure ploy

to trespass

& skinny dip

in a pool.

Let’s do it!

(Her words or mine?)

A man lounged

on a mattress

behind a pickup truck

en route for Illinois,

& Katie & I

told each other a story

about a broken heart.

3.

On the balustrade

I wonder

if I’ll see

the tops of everything.

& whether I’ll look back

to see my old self

still

on the pavement.

My doppelganger:

a passing glimpse,

the recognition

coming

a few seconds later.

How many shadows

to become whole?

How many

cracked shadows

& shadowed cracks?

4.

We tripped

over broken pavements,

singing

to the moon.

I remember

the laughter

—not hers,

mine,

but born from hers—

laughter

that ran down my cheeks

in twittering tears.

We made up stories,

wanting our writing

to move

the day forward.

We added words,

made up words,

used other worlds’ words,

& watched newborn worlds

as they emerged.

5.

If my fragments reconcile,

what happens

when the whole

pulses

with severed screams?

I am neither

asleep nor awake,

but in some other realm,

purgatory.

Such a tulip-soft day.

A bird makes its call,

two quick dips

& then

mangled laughter.

Memories go to noise,

satirical

& uncontrollable.

6.

Secrets were whispered,

confessions brought forth,

as we blended

with shadows,

in a quest

to discover

the cathedral labyrinth

in dark

Indiana hours.

7.

Of course,

I can pretend

shadows are solid

& slick.

Who’ll go to the river

& return my ashes?

I let the night

slow down around me.

I let

the night slow down

around me.

8.

& just like that—

the sun came out

in Indiana.

Turned out

I’d been staring straight

into its face

for several lifetimes.

& peace settled again—again.

& peace settled again

again.

& peace settled

again.

Again. ***


(Cover art for this poem by Frank Morrison)


An excerpt from Happy, Okay?: Poems about Anxiety, Depression, Hope, and Survival


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© 2019 by MJ Fievre