Monday, May 20, 2013

Found Poetry: The Things They Carried

No Problem

He fell in love with a classmate
she was young
her pretty eyes seemed to glow
They married
a smooth and peaceful time
No problem

"you're pregnant"
I'd almost died of shock
no problem
I just loved her

Time passed

In the hospital...waiting
things got quiet
like you never heard quiet before
Something had gone wrong

Yelling out for a medic
I felt miserable
the baby...he said
I'm sorry

It was loud now
Loud, hard, crying
"No" I said
I blamed myself

Grief, terror, love, longing
There was really nothing he could say to her
he still loved her
but...it was never the same

Now

can't even talk to each other
and the thing to do was go on
No problem,
problem.

-Rachael Moore