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Linnac

He persisted in his knocking
 1
while I darted behind a curtain,
 2
trying to pretend there was more than
 3
just a pane of glass to separate us.
 4
 
 
I heard his muffled voice,
 5
tinged with desperation.
 6
Unable to face him I stared at
 7
the stain he had made long ago
 8
on my once white clothes.
 9
 
 
It had been the grass at one of our
 10
poorly planned impromptu picnics.
 11
I came offering more fruit than
 12
I could carry, but he only smiled
 13
and popped the cherry in his mouth.
 14
 
 
Without hesitation he exclaimed it
 15
must be special- there was only one.
 16
I sat enchanted and not even the
 17
whispering wind heard what I then said.
 18
Let’s tell the world.
 19
 
 
Grim faces greeted me at my
 20
announcement that very same night,
 21
when I declared that I loved him.
 22
Father looked to protest and I,
 23
fickle as a breeze, defended that he
 24
himself had told me to eradicate
 25
the word ‘like’ from my vocabulary.
 26
 
 
Though I guiltily looked on, he was
 27
placated and callously explained
 28
that boys like that, like him, from
 29
soap opera families were not
 30
for fresh faced infants like myself.
 31
 
 
That, to them, I probably looked like
 32
an angelic bird wheeling gracefully
 33
in the sky. That, to them, a great
 34
achievement would be to clog my
 35
feathers joyfully with scum.
 36
 
 
Weeping chlorine tears, I retreated
 37
to my room to nurse my bruises
 38
and sadly contemplate that I,
 39
past the acne’d years already,
 40
could be so deceived.
 41
 
 
He persisted in his knocking
 42
while I stayed behind a curtain,
 43
trying to pretend there was more than
 44
just a pane of glass to separate us.
 45
 
 
I tried, at last, to half-heartedly plead:
 46
We are made from different things.
 47
We are as alike as different species;
 48
we are a genus all our own.
 49
 
 
There was a pause in the banging,
 50
replaced by the steely voice
 51
of unrelenting determination.
 52
Fish were meant to fly.
 53

4 Dec 10

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i think "let's tell the world" for line 19 was a good choice and brought back the poem. it seemed to drift off before you said that. lines 20-26 are very clear for me to understand and i loved it that stanza, i can really relate.
 — arienettte

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