Blinded by Her Definition of Me by Tremaine L. Loadholt

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Blinded by Her Definition of Me
by Tremaine L. Loadholt

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I’ve died two deaths;
one in her eyes, and one
in her daughter’s eyes.
I’m not who she expected.
her image of me was
a porcelain doll damaged
and cracked, but willing
to be glued by love.

all confidence is lost
upon endless time.

the nimble
glory of lingering love
wanders amongst our
lying tongues. I deny
what we have, I denounce
what she wants.
blinded by her definition
of me, I retreat.

I am not the savior
she needs–my powers
are limited.
she suddenly loses hope.

my ears have been
home to her magnetic cries;
I house secrets–keep
them safe. I won’t
allow anyone to fetch
them without her permission.
she knows my word
is my bond.

I am in the background,
a shadowy image of
her faithful dreams.

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I Smell Christmas

A quadrille

children kick balls
on the resurfaced street,
dressed for winter.
the dog sleeps, wakes
to be walked and fed.
I watch cartoons–animated
movies with Christmas trees
taller than my building
on screen.

season of giving
crash-landed . . .
I’m not ready for it.

are you?

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