Thump, the perpetual freezing /
Thump – the virulence, the
White-hot blaze of a heart under the tundra
Limestone, basalt heart of memory –
Heart of throughline gone relative at the edges
Gone relatively nowhere
Except farther than the eye can trace – than the race
Can be graced back
Longer than the time it takes to hurricane out
The faultlines /
The fissures
In your face
I never watched develop
The fumbling in my verbiage
I never learned to claim
Thump – the residue, the meltwater,
The cascade – archeaoligal heart – little fossil
Record of the memories i can’t remember
Objectively
The radiance of radio-carbon dating
Of the dating of two daring bits of bravery
Boldly chasing youth as it dips over the eastern seaboard
The date, I can’t remember
The face, I am getting fuzzy (i do not own my vision of you anymore)
The furniture, is all but muddled wood and fragments
But the endless repeating
Thump of the perpetually frozen
Fossil
Of that heart – those moments – those mummified mirrors
(reflecting nothing
Rehashing everything
Rehearsing nearer and nearer
To only the echo
Of a sound
Of a thump
Still vibrating
At a volume
I can no longer hear
(and yet i strain)
Header photograph © Matthew Yates.
Lauren Suchenski has a difficult relationship with punctuation and currently lives in Yardley, PA. She has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize as well as twice for The Best of the Net and her chapbook “Full of Ears and Eyes Am I” is available from Finishing Line Press.
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