river river, oh my river II by adeline-renee, literature
Literature
river river, oh my river II
river river, oh my river
could i ever forget you?
don't you leave me on my own
without my fishing wire,
without smooth stones to fill
my pockets, and
tadpoles to swim between my
fingers.
river river, oh my river
could you ever forget me?
another girl lost to the
weeds and algae.
river river, oh my river by adeline-renee, literature
Literature
river river, oh my river
river river, oh my river
how many have you swallowed?
i remember when those two men jumped
from the concrete bridge into shattered ice water
and when you fed on those boys who
went swimming
and all those reports on you kidnapping
poor fishermen from their perches.
there were never any Sirens,
just free flowing water.
sometimes that's even more inviting.
I have fingers made for dialing rotary telephones until sore and
for pricking; one, two, many times
and pressing crescent moons into skin.
I am a cultivation of blood—bloodlines and blood oaths
and blood drawn from sewing needles, among other things...
chewed up blooding lips.
scratched bloody cuticles paired
with blood under fingernails.
bloody scalp and
bloodshot eyes—
Blood. Blood. Blood.
and damn, the best New Years Resolution I can give is,
maybe I'll do better next time.