Them
/When I was a little girl, I had dreams;
Because I couldn’t hear the screams
That lived hidden inside my head
After my words couldn’t be spoken.
You gave me all you had and then you
Left me unaware of what came next.
I’ve lived one thousand lives in ocean’s
Depths. You drowned me when you crept
Into my bed. You died and left me
Comic books that your sister hung onto,
Which she kept. I’ve always paid attention
To minute details and things people mention
In passing—the kinds of things they think
It’s sweet when you remember. I drink
From wells of boiling water in the cave
Where you were buried, a slightly older age
Than Jesus of Nazareth the year he died.
Sometimes I imagined the pain of being
Crucified myself, but it’s like my heart
Has holes in it anyway, the pain
He must have felt—for people who
Would never love Him, but He loved
Them.
By Melissa Lemay
From: United States
Website: https://melissalemay.wordpress.com