To Hear Her
it all returns.
the dark room,
the shrinking veins,
the strong, rageful pumping at her center
it travels like wind
here and then gone
waking and sleeping on a clock of it’s own
Hearing Her by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
I wrote this several months after my girlfriend broke up with me in 2004. It’s probably published in my high school livejournal along with other evidence of teenage angst. We all used to feel our feelings very publicly in those days. I’m sure I wrote this hoping that she would contact me out of pity. Now I’m marrying a man, and she’s teaching english to impoverished Ecuadorian children.
Artwork by Leigh Viner
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