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After Suicide, and: An Elegy for All the Birds of This World, and: If a Grosbeak Doesn't Use Its Beak the Men Would Mistake It for a Vagina, and: Like Every Good Boy I Look Forward to Meeting My (The)Rapist

After Suicide, and: An Elegy for All the Birds of This World, and: If a Grosbeak Doesn't Use... Akpa Arinzechukwu After Suicide When you died mum moved your bed, I took your place. It was not di≈cult changing the television channel from Keeping Up with the Kardashians to Black-ish. At night your dog kept barking, we thought it was learning to accept the heat. We wanted happiness, you wanted flowers. & when the chrysanthemum germinated you asked if I had ever thought of losing something, I said no, because denial eases the pain. I once lost my Ping-Pong ball, it was found in your chest. We are always wanting what we can’t have. At the prom, I pretended I was you just to dance with Jud, the one who never looked at me. This night I write your name first & I can’t . . . all over the paper Hoping you won’t be found in me. The leaves scatter, decomposing. 141 An Elegy for All the Birds of This World Sometimes the birds, with broken wings, Flutter midair, plenty of soot trailing their path. Sometimes the birds, cold, wait in the rain To their death. I know what no one wants to say. I am poignant. I am blood. I am not A moviegoer but I http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

After Suicide, and: An Elegy for All the Birds of This World, and: If a Grosbeak Doesn't Use Its Beak the Men Would Mistake It for a Vagina, and: Like Every Good Boy I Look Forward to Meeting My (The)Rapist

Prairie Schooner , Volume 93 (3) – Dec 21, 2019

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Akpa Arinzechukwu After Suicide When you died mum moved your bed, I took your place. It was not di≈cult changing the television channel from Keeping Up with the Kardashians to Black-ish. At night your dog kept barking, we thought it was learning to accept the heat. We wanted happiness, you wanted flowers. & when the chrysanthemum germinated you asked if I had ever thought of losing something, I said no, because denial eases the pain. I once lost my Ping-Pong ball, it was found in your chest. We are always wanting what we can’t have. At the prom, I pretended I was you just to dance with Jud, the one who never looked at me. This night I write your name first & I can’t . . . all over the paper Hoping you won’t be found in me. The leaves scatter, decomposing. 141 An Elegy for All the Birds of This World Sometimes the birds, with broken wings, Flutter midair, plenty of soot trailing their path. Sometimes the birds, cold, wait in the rain To their death. I know what no one wants to say. I am poignant. I am blood. I am not A moviegoer but I

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Published: Dec 21, 2019

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