this is not about getting it right, figuring things out, or hitting a bull's-eye. this is not about an obsession with word choice or an exacting eye on grammatical correctness. this is not about pulling out all the stops with tricky literary devices. this is about looking at life one paragraph at time.
all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein
all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
jigsaw
love and fear
sweetness, tear
fuchsia pink and stone cold grey
inside beauty, too much thigh
close up and longer view,
tinny buzzer, music to dance to,
lion roar, silence golden
drawn-out hunger, quick satisfaction,
believe me and trust yourself
clean out closets, fix the shelf
me and you
me and me
fractured, whole
piece ourselves
despite ourselves
because this
this
is how we fit
orchid, weeds
wants and needs
landlocked, glacier
quiet, louder
impasse, through
scar, tattoo
forgiveness, unforgivable
one song, a single syllable
the bridge, the great divide
stay here, what’s on the other side
I always want what I can’t have
bleed the wound, find the salve
me and you
me and me
epicenter, galaxy
fractured, whole
piece ourselves
despite ourselves
because this
this is how we fit
cloud and cloudless
blank slate, mess
desert, monsoon
far away and much too soon
winding road, a bull’s-eye mark
a spotlight, hidden in the dark
what’s changed will always be the same
what’s your poison, what’s your game
blurry vision, needle stitch
mosquito bite, a lingering itch
me and you
me and me
come together, fall away
white-hot metal, cooling clay
patience patience, don’t delay
piece ourselves
despite ourselves
because this
this
is how
we fit
and no one can make sense of it
entirety or one small bit
can’t remember, can’t forget
a jigsaw puzzle not to quit
one whole life in every minute
we fit
somehow
we fit.
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