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greenstickered2012-02-15 11:49 pm
camalyng) wrote in greenstickered2012-02-15 11:49 pm
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Original: The Domestic Terminal
Title: The Domestic Terminal
What: original poetry
Rating: G
Words: 106
Summary: Awkward airport farewells at the end of a relationship. The date of creation on this baby is December 2007 and last modified is March 2008; I just came across it having long forgotten about it and finally finished it (by which I mean fiddled with the enjambment and cut the second section, which didn't seem to quite fit).
Sample: There is no hackneyed hug goodbye.
This is a farewell without fanfare:
It’s only six weeks (‘only’, he says,
as if six days wasn’t once painful)
on the other side of the world,
but you are the only one
without a job to go to instead.
There is no hackneyed hug
goodbye; he doesn’t touch you
(not any more). Suddenly
you aren’t even sure why
you’re here, but you
accept from his parents
“thanks for coming” and a ride home.
The windows are down to
clear the tension in the air
until Mount Victoria, where
you internalize the traffic noise
until it is a part of you
(like he used to be).
What: original poetry
Rating: G
Words: 106
Summary: Awkward airport farewells at the end of a relationship. The date of creation on this baby is December 2007 and last modified is March 2008; I just came across it having long forgotten about it and finally finished it (by which I mean fiddled with the enjambment and cut the second section, which didn't seem to quite fit).
Sample: There is no hackneyed hug goodbye.
This is a farewell without fanfare:
It’s only six weeks (‘only’, he says,
as if six days wasn’t once painful)
on the other side of the world,
but you are the only one
without a job to go to instead.
There is no hackneyed hug
goodbye; he doesn’t touch you
(not any more). Suddenly
you aren’t even sure why
you’re here, but you
accept from his parents
“thanks for coming” and a ride home.
The windows are down to
clear the tension in the air
until Mount Victoria, where
you internalize the traffic noise
until it is a part of you
(like he used to be).