Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to ” take your inspiration, like our featured interviewee did in the chapbook she co-authored with Ross Gay, from the act of letter-writing. Your poem can be in the form of a letter to a person, place, or thing, or in the form of a back-and-forth correspondence.” The A to Z Challenge letter is O for GoodRead’s quotes and I’m combing these prompts with Roger Shipp’s FFftPP.
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“These bits of paper are covered with lies. They poison your minds. And so long as they exist, you cannot hope to see the world as it truly is.(…)You turn to them for answers and salvation. (…) You rely more upon them than upon yourselves. This makes you weak and stupid. You trust in words. Drops of ink. Do you ever stop to think of who put them there? Or why? No. You simply accept their words without question. And what if those words speak falsely, as they often do? This is dangerous.”
― Oliver Bowden, Assassin’s Creed: The Secret Crusade
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I
Read your short,
Letter, it’s awkward,
It reminds me of us,
How the two of us are when —
We’re together,
It’s why I’m,
‘I.’
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Why,
‘I,’ isn’t us,
And your words they hurt,
Didn’t know you felt so strongly,
Had no idea ‘us’ was,
So much more to —
You; asking —
Why?
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You
Never said,
As much, why you held —
Back; I guess to not be hurt?
I didn’t mean to hurt you.
It’s just I was more,
To you, than
You —
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Meant,
To me; I —
Try to understand,
How I led you on; when I —
Should’ve stopped this charade.
Didn’t know you what,
What you felt,
Meant.
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So,
Now I —
Read your words,
Poisoned tongue you have,
Poison words too in this —
Inked letters; they are —
Killing me,
So.
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Not,
Only my —
Realization.
I should’ve seen the ‘writing,
On the wall,’ but I was living,
Loving another,
I loved you,
Not.
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Now,
Your poison,
In ink hides easily.
Poison you’ve written with and —
You’re probably smiling now,
Because I’m dying,
Are you glad?
Now?
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You,
See I; peer —
Into the past, I —
Know now you were hiding in —
Plain sight; wickedness masked,
You never loved me.
And I loathe,
You.
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Truth!
I was not,
Attracted to you,
I was being nice, I thought —
We were great friends until now.
I know the real you,
Ignoring,
Truth.
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Hours,
Later my,
Family finds my corpse.
I’ve written one word down for
Your hours of freedom
Are waning,
Hours.
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Lost,
You’ll only,
Be free a short while,
Then justice will reign, they’ll find —
You; you’re not the only one —
Who kills with poison,
In death you’re —
Lost.
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