A figment, a fragment.
Lifeless. Less.

- Margaret Atwood
The body, once your accomplice,
is now your trap.

- Margaret Atwood
Vestige
A. Melo

a muscle memory, like hanging a hat
on a hook that’s not there any longer.
- Margaret Atwood

My body keeps you—
a quiet that breathes.

At night I turn
and gather what isn’t there:

arms closing
around the shape of absence,

muscle remembering
what the air refuses.
Peristalsis of the heart.
- Margaret Atwood
Though our feastfires have faded to candles
we’re hooked on the same old gods,
much diminished.

They no longer talk to us
but that’s okay:
we do enough talking.

- Margaret Atwood
The aliens arrive.
Their leader is a giant head.
It lives in a large glass jar.
It wants to mesmerize us,
though lord knows what for.
Oh wait a minute.
It’s a metaphor.

Poetry is the past that breaks out in our hearts.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
I know you are not a bird,
Though I know you’ve flown
So far, so far away.

- Margaret Atwood
this annoying noise of love
- margaret atwood
waiting in your future
- margaret atwood
The clock ticks and the day shrivels.
- Margaret Atwood
everything was never
- margaret atwood
Were things good then?
Yes. They were good.
Did you know they were good?
At the time? Your time?

No, because I was worrying
or maybe hungry
or asleep, half of those hours.

It’s late, it’s very late;
too late for dancing.
Still, sing what you can.

- Margaret Atwood
You'll be my American boy
You could be my American hot hot boy

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