Northbound Interstate 91 by TheWolfishPen, literature
Literature
Northbound Interstate 91
Do not give in
to infatuation
never obsess
Hold in that holding on
Let go! Let go! Relinquish
that grasp, instead
Call to mind the growth
born from utmost suffering,
liken it to elms
towering
over the city
(for their very presence after which the city itself was named)
nourished by torrents of
the skies lamentation
Rise above
disconnect again
You are weather beaten elm tree
sturdy and remote as ever
and promise to root where
you met with your anguish.
Almost like those old sadistic tendencies
(the ones you once drove hours to find)
but
no
This saudade is fitting
You’ve made this hiraeth a home.
That 5 letter word she owned
what people used to call out to her
in the hallways
receiving her attention
it still sits still in my mouth like a freshly cut and laundered scrap of paper, words I’ve tried to hide, stuffing them into my face to swallow.
Papercuts on the roof of my mouth, too numerous to name, prove ruminating is a painful thing the clenching of my jaws to fasten down the regret wear and tear down my very speech.
I am quiet because I fear that abundance of anger sitting comfortably as an ever-present wisdom tooth.
I am quiet
because once upon a time, the hapless words were opened.
I’ve written and typed her name i