Borrow (CONTENT WARNING)

[wasellajam]

Hi, lucienne, welcome to the Pen. For me you made the white space work here, making good use of the opportunity for strong double breaks within the line. Some notes:

CONTENT WARNING for suicide & grief

Borrow

After Cam died time never seemed to know what to do
with its hands                 it started tearing out the hours too cautiously
along their perforated edges         it doodled me into
the margins of his past with you


I fall asleep wearing your spare heart      instinctively overstep
            the rotting planks on the back porch 
in your recurrent dream              
He is alive in the driver’s seat like he always used to be
                          red knit of your lungs unraveling inside my chest
                          match his curls lit up by brake lights


Folded in upon yourself in the cold kitchen                      I can't help stealing
drinks from the cracked-lip chardonnay bottle he gave you                   trying                
to discern the tasting notes of your grief
             I'm sorry                  unbearable tear down your cheek as you watch 
fingers peel my skin away
     our wounds approaching congruence


He shoots himself and you’re always 5000 miles


away         He shoots himself in the head and I’m always in the shower
slouched against the stained fiberglass of your longing
                 Once from afar I shared his hopelessness
                 but you shared his life up close


The wind drags a crumpled leaf like his limp hand down the pavement forever
The semicircles on the bathroom tile will never meet to make a whole moon
Tomorrow I’ll hold you while you’re shaking 
                                                        I’ll quit drinking         I won’t bleed

S1: A very strong opening, the play on time on my hands, the calendar image, the being a margin doodle.
S2: Love the first 2 lines. The dream confuses me (three of you there?) but dreams can do that.
S3: Particularly like "the tasting notes of your grief". I'm not really getting "fingers peel my skin away", not knowing whose fingers does not add to the poem for me.
S4: Strong depiction of how we remember the moment of a disaster.
S5: For me the ending did not live up to the quality of the rest of the poem. L1 seems overly poetic, the change from fiberglass to tile disrupts my image and the last lines seem meh. They end a poem that rings of truth with a lie. While the "you" may never get over it, the Narrator may, seems a little self-indulgent for the poem. IMO this needs a rewrite.

Skillfully done, thanks for the read.

(I recently read Cambridge Elegy by Sharon Olds, those sudden deaths stick with us.)