12/14/11

Christopher
By Jennifer Donnell


The world is cruel and I have forgotten you.
Your smell,
the name of your first girlfriend,
whether we ever wished on shooting stars,
kissed under mistletoe, or ate spinach.
I don’t know whether you wanted to move
to a tropical island and grow old,
or live in a city where you’d stay forever young.

Your kiss turned me cold to a world of kisses.
I wrote you love letters and forgot the postage,
or that’s my only explanation for why you didn’t write back.

Your hands reached for me like a blizzard,
I barricaded you from the chill.


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Jennifer Donnell is a writer, poet, and certified health coach. Her recent and/or upcoming publishing credits include: Pure Slush, The Scrambler, Bohemia Journal, Sapling, Speech Therapy Poetry, Borderline, Young American Poets, Orion Headless, SIC 3, The Scarlet Sound, Don’t Blame the Ugly Mug (Anthology- Tebot Bach), Poetix, Bestiary Magazine, The Criterion, Astarte, Deep Tissue Magazine, East Village Poetry, A Few Lines Magazine, Artistica, and Negative Suck. She can be found at various gluten free cafes and writing about the idiosyncrasies of life.