Eight Stories

By Jackson Burgess 11 March, 2012 2013 Pushcart Nominees, Poetry 1 Comment

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It’s warm on my tongue like the
blood slipping down your throat,

even though you tried your best to
let it coagulate before the fall.

Empty in your heart and your promises,
you must have tripped over your old

unfulfilled virginity—and as for me?
I’m content to sweep the chalk dust

from tall doorways. I’ve been with you
since patriarchal death dances, since the

breeding rituals practiced by drunkards, since
suicide note courses and shotgun conventions,

and while you might not have recognized
my gaping eyes among the masses, be aware

that you were silent. The least you could have done
was tried to talk me down from the fall.

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Jackson Burgess is a writer, painter, and student at the University of Southern California. His work has been published in various American and Australian journals, including The Storyteller, SpeedPoets, Stepping Stones Magazine: ALMIA, and Children, Churches & Daddies. You can find him performing poetry, watching clouds, or combating insomnia around South Central LA. Check out his personal blog: jacksonburgess.wordpress.com.