robert,
vanity I mistook
as your virtue,
as if you knelt for
prayer in the mirror,
not to see god peering
in the window behind you
but to gaze mortified at
the age that
has snuck upon you
in the dark.
you were younger
and just as skinny
and you had a girl
who was yours.
but you singed
her hair with your wayward
marlboro reds
and she
left,
charred and still
delicious.
vanity,
robert,
is your swaggering
heartbreak.
your comb straightens
that which can be undone.
your heart
however
is a thicket.
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i really like this - especially "the age that has snuck upon you in the dark", "she left, charred and still delicious" (my favorite!), and "your heart however is a thicket"...
i wrote a poem from the girl's perspective, based on this one, and am about to post it on my blog...so read what i was inspired to write from your work :)
p.s. a response letter is on the way - your letter, or should i say, package, was incredible and filled me with so much happiness
cyber hug,
la gal
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