“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness” - Robert Frost
Ontology of Empty By Hiba Zafran
Art by Nikesh Pandey
After my own good-bye dinner. Hope laid down Rage muted Love still swirling the pain’s (…) oknotok I stopped waiting for a guide She says He didn’t understand me at all Not one minute in the whole therapy I was five when. she would never love My brother tried tried tried tried tried. tired Haven’t had sex if it wasn’t a violation That someone would want me the only someone he said it was toxic He didn’t understand me at all Not one minute in the whole therapy I’ll share My Doggie died. Took six months for him to go after that ball He was so scared Flattened to the ground I told my ex the ache she felt when he died That is what I feel all the time I am Doggie So, I know (…) intimately Not ache Break. It’s just, if I let myself cry will it be home?
THE MUSE • SPRING 2017
Do you bury her everywhere you go?
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