Fernando Pires Coelho
By
Abigale Louise LeCavalier
Forgetting
Thinking of you
in a way abstract,
trying to find significance
in words,
turning the page smoking
burning the fingertips.
And I know you are listening
to my far away song,
I’m not quite dead yet,
just skeptical the way
the mouse is of the cat.
I have been swallowed whole before.
Letting go of water,
not willing or wanting affliction,
pasting your picture
at the ending
of an unread book.
Placing a milk glass in your hand; invisible,
you have touched my soul and left it.
Never forgetting the Moon
and that I’m always in your shadow.
Repeat Offender
Waking up in water
turning turning
you have been
holding me down
in the river
for so long.
Waiting waiting
never the chance
to catch my breath,
you hold your hand
over my mouth
and pinch my nose
with your teeth.
I can taste your oppression
like a mosquito tastes blood,
running running away
away away away,
and I don’t want to
share my clothes with you
anymore.
You should look me in the eye
when I evaporate,
You should cheer me on
when I finally let you go.
Where can I buy your poetry? I tried years ago, but it didn’t go through Amazon and then I made a hole in the ground, took my booze and pills and disappeared. I’m (kinda sort of) back. Remembering your poem helped me out.
These are so beautiful, Abigail. I am so glad to have had the chance to read them. Thank you for sharing them with us.
Deep and intense.