Green Hills Literary Lantern

 

When We First

 

 

he gave me the new word, “love”

folded it into fourths, tore it to careful pieces of pink confetti.

I swallowed hard, felt it go down my throat

 

and although the pieces were so tiny, so small

I could still feel them somewhere inside me,

halfway down, lodged and refused to move

 

I got the second word, “home,” shortly afterward

the individual letters were illegible, as though someone else

had tried to swallow them before me

could only be reassembled through the process of

 

imagination. Some of the pieces of this new

disassembled puzzle

must have gotten stuck on their way down,

because although I do believe the words are still there, inside me

something in me still doesn’t understand what they mean.

 

 

 

 

Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Plainsongs, The Long Islander, and The Nashwaak Review. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press),  In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), I'm in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), The Yellow Dot of a Daisy (Alien Buddha Press), Folios of Dried Flowers and Pressed Birds (Cyberwit.net), and  Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing). Her needlepoints and beadwork have recently appeared on the covers of Your Impossible Voice, Sinister Wisdom, and QWERTY Magazine.