twoblueviolets

You play electric guitar

I play acoustic

Neither of us are very good.

I know a few chords,

I played the chorus of 505 for you

You told me to "get Weezered"

Come climb the willow tree,

up the weeping branches,

Claudio, from that play we read

years ago in school,

he climbed the willow tree

to make a garland for himself,

Something I inherited but will not pass on
is knowing there is an absence of affliction;
the madness of the wife of Agamemnon.
An assumption that is long overdue eviction

She is not really gone

She is right here

She is not really lost

She's only at college

becoming a

a sister that I do not know

a girl beyond creation

I don’t like my name

not this one, the one I stole

from a great grandmother

I never met

the one I stole from

an Irish goddess

I do not write happy things.

Today I will.

Today I will breathe

ignore the sick feeling growing

in the back of my throat.

Today I will drink water

feel it burn the raw throat