Poem of the Week, by Brynn Saito

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- Brynn Saito

You live in a house of sound and you live

with a ghost. The one who stole your heart

also lives in your heart so you cut it out

with a carving knife and send it flying.

You say sometimes you wake and wait

for the god of loneliness to leave you alone.

I say our city is small and teeming

with ghosts and there are no seasons

for hiding. So we let go of the ones

who called us by our names. We make

ourselves new names by tracing letters

in a sand tray with sharp stones.

This is called Patience or Practicing

Solitude or The Wind Will Ruin Everything

but what does it matter let’s go for beauty

every time. You say the price we pay for love

is loss. I say the price we pay for love

is love.

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