These Are the Things We Tell Each Other in the Dark

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These Are the Things We Tell Each Other in the Dark

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Poems by Mikaela Grantham

Copyright 2015

The first release from Disorder Press is currently sold out. 

Here's an excerpt from the chapbook:

These Are the Things We Tell Each Other in the Dark

“All religions are cults
Cults are just unpopular religions.” 
This is what you tell me
While we lay naked in bed
Sucking and blowing air
Into the dark
If I lie on my right side
And you lay on your left
If you let me
I can look into your eyes
Try to make out your
Expressions
As you begin to tell me
Things like this: 
Everything disguised as fate
Is really just coincidence
An accident
Yes, yes, 
Life is just one big car accident
A pile up
On a never ending highway
And we are driving through Texas Aimlessly
And there is no meaning to
Who survives
And why they do
Or any nonsense like that
We are all suspended in this
Endless free fall.
And Religion is just something
People struggle to hold on to
To save themselves. 
You are gasping for air
And your body is convulsing
And I just want to ask you
How do you know? 
But instead I
Tell you that every truth
I have ever known
I discovered in
Fiction. 
You only stare at me
Through the thick quietness
Of the dark
And I wonder if you know
What is inside me. 
And I wonder if you know
That I’m scared. 
Worried if it will come
Out
Alive
Like us. 
Or if you know that
When you do let me look into
Your eyes
I can only see
My reflection.

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