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a poem by Nicolas Kokkinos
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The Sofa
You sat there dry-eyed
after you heard the worst
news of your life.
You made resolute excuses
with every coincidence and bad luck
so that they could become reasons
in your eyes.
You refused to believe
the words of a sorry-for-your-loss stranger.
Maybe...
Possibly...
He could have...
Your bones soon grew fragile
from the weight of
your unmoving flesh.
You were dying from your lies.
The doctors said that there is no cure for that.
So we watch you and worry that
there will be nothing left of you to bury
but disbelieving dust.
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Notes:
Mourning.
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Posted: 25th October 2009
Words: 112
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