Until I Say So. Published in Word Fountain a few years ago. 

 

 

This came out of a forced experiment of poetry forms. It is a pantoum, but the subject mater didn’t fit, it felt stifled and forced, until I let it explode and find it’s place on the page.

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Until I Say So

 

August –
                     we mill around the yard          and in the streets  
        Sharon’s 17th birthday party
             the whole crew together again
we   mill   around   the   yard   and   in   the   streets  
               I hug RJ         carful to avoid Dave
   the whole crew together again
                                  along with new friends we each brought along

Dave flirts with Steph  :  Mandy  :  Jess         careful that I notice
              we leave old friends mid-         sentence
                              for new friends we each brought along
          the sun sets   :   street lights stutter

we leave           old friends mid sentence
                distracted –
                             the sun sets   :   street lights stutter
                                          we flirt with crushes

     distracted –
break up           with boyfriends : girlfriends :  best friends
        we flirt
                                   comfortable in our selfishness

 we break up with boyfriends  :  girlfriends  :  best           friends
        I wander          to the Swoyersville Little League Field
                       comfortable alone
   shouts and laughter             leak from the party

         the Swoyersville Little League Field
                  stare              at the spot where the paint doesn’t match
         shouts    and    laughter    leak    from    the    party
                  I sit on the curb :  legs rest against blacktop        still warm from the sun
                         
stare               at the spot where the paint doesn’t match
        sneak a glance of my past
                           the blacktop still            warm from the sun
         Justin laughs,       they were never able cover it…

sneaking        glances of our past
                     Sharon’s 17th birthday party
       Mark looks at me, I guess not everything fades…
                                                                August –

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