i fold

..

it’s not about the dirty laundry
or the origami
of us – the barely held together
creases and the
places we’ve broken, and broken
through. It’s not
even about the reality: that you
hold all
the cards. Okay, it’s a little bit
that. And
a little bit the cold hard fact that
i (remember
me?)
have never seen the movie
named on this
tiny folded ticket. And there are
two of them –
and apparently, two of you. So
adieu. Turns
out, it’s my golden ticket out.

..
Prompted by Poetic Asides

 

 

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12 Responses to i fold

  1. Shawna says:

    This is so powerful, De. You are a masterful poet. Really, you are incredible.

    I think the “I remember me” part hits me the hardest. I’ll comment more later on some of the intricacies.

  2. blogoratti says:

    A nostalgia of emotions, subtle yet vivid.

  3. ladynyo says:

    Wow! this hits me in the gut. I had very much the same experience that ended my first marriage. Brava! The ticket out. Great lines.

  4. Misky says:

    The origami of us – splendid.

  5. Oh geez. Painful. Been there, done that in a different way.

  6. It’s not even about the reality:
    that you hold all the cards.

    There are reasons to believe that the partnership may be lob-sided towards one voice being louder than the other.

    Hank

  7. erbiage says:

    sometimes the only winning move is not to play. Realizing that is a gift, a golden ticket. You’ve played this hand well. Love the various meanings of folding, and how you touched them without throttling them.

  8. Love your use of origami, it is both fragile and powerful.

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