some nights
she melted into me
as if our bodies
were not whole
without one another
others
it was if
she were a mannequin
or
mechanical facsimile
of a real oerson
in the beginning
when sweet words
and soft thoughts
flowed
like honeyed nectar
from our tongues
you could not tell
where i ended
and she began
we were pangaen
in
our love
eventually
the fault lines shifted
she moved
tectonically
away by inches
in the cold unforgiving light
of
time
then
it was just my husk
lying
next to her cold mechanical shell
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Damn! So good!
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is that why the memory of it hurts so badly? of all the times it happened?
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Maybe perhaps, yes.
How’s it going with your book? The one being published… where’s it at?
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they haven’t given me a hard date but early this year is what I have surmised. I figure before summer. There is a convention in August I’ve been invited to go to and sign books so I assume before then. I submitted my novel and a novella as well and am 24k into the sequel and have a couple shorts I’m working on.
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Sweet! I need to find a publisher too. I have barely even looked into it, honestly.
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Just do like I did. Get incredibly lucky and somehow make friends with a publisher. It works.
Of course you have talent so you can probably find one for real.
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Riiiiighht….. sure.
But I like how you tacked “probably” in there 😉
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I really did get incredibly lucky. Talking with Emje I see that it is a pretty shitty process. The probably was more my ignorance to the ordeal than a statement on your obvious talent.
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Haha! I was just giving you shit, Mike 😊
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still. I have faith you will succeed. Your talent is palpable and real.
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I hope so, Mike. I really want to publish a few books. I just hope my ideas are worthy and my writing is good enough. Good enough that a publisher would want it.
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what I have seen is there is no market for poetry. Or there is but it is so saturated that no publisher wants to touch it because there is no money to be made. I hope if I can get established through fiction I can try and reach a large audience. The poetry world is self cannibalizing. They charge you to submit. The little presses put out chapbooks with no means of reaching the masses that are indifferent at best. It is disheartening.
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That was what I am seeing too. And it IS disheartening with all the “micro-poetry” saturation and meme culture. Everyone thinks they’re a writer….
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Right. Two lines and a funny picture get more likes and follows then real prose. Not that I don’t real stuff well. But still
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