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Three poems
"Most photos are fabricated moments."
A Couch She Loved
- Now, stacked
- between packed boxes
- lining a spare bedroom
- a couch she loved
- in a house
- I was tired of haunting
- I left because
- the body recognizes
- on its own
- despite denial—
- how long can you hold your breath
- and call it living?
- I left because
- of night’s strange flesh
- pressing her against
- the couch
- she loved,
- closing my throat—
Empty Glass
- when you fall into a bottle,
- make sure you are the one
- doing the swallowing
- it can be so easy to forget
- how to breathe
- keep remembering
- or your sorrow will not be
- the thing that drowns you
- don’t look for answers
- chances are you didn’t come here
- to find the right one
- chances are you prefer darkness
- to a reflection, but all the walls here
- are mirrors
- scrape her name from your tongue
- replace it with the taste
- of rock bottom
- this bottle will never fill the space
- left by her shade
- love makes for a menacing hangover
- when you wake up,
- take the cracks for what they are
- a heart with no scars has never truly loved
- so learn to shatter,
- gather your ashes
- & let the past pass through you
- like sunlight
- through an empty glass
Candid
- Most photos are fabricated moments. An imitation of
- truth, skewed, fish-eyed. In real life, the party stops
- when someone wants to take a picture. Conversations
- are paused; attention, diverted. Smiling in the same
- direction never would have happened, had the
- lens not asked it of you. When I look through old
- albums, I try to remember what happened after the
- shutter-snap. I wonder what changed when someone
- stopped trying to capture the moment and, instead,
- let it roam free. The truth is that life, like beauty, does
- not require a pose. Most of the time, it happens when
- no one is looking.
Brennan DeFrisco is a poet, writer, spoken word artist & educator from the San Francisco Bay Area. He’s the author of A Heart With No Scars (Nomadic Press) and co-author of Exquisite Duet (Hermeneutic Chaos Press). He’s been a National Poetry Slam finalist, a runner-up for the Drake University Emerging Writer Award and is currently the Grand Slam Champion of the Oakland Poetry Slam. He is a California Poets In The Schools teaching artist, as well as a performance coach for Poetry Out Loud. His work has been published in Words Dance, jmww journal, Gemini and other publications. Brennan enjoys words & the way they move. He loves movies, poker, whiskey, Firefly, and Allie Marini more than you do. He is an MFA candidate in Creative Writing at Antioch University Los Angeles.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Three poems
Three poems
"Most photos are fabricated moments."
A Couch She Loved
- Now, stacked
- between packed boxes
- lining a spare bedroom
- a couch she loved
- in a house
- I was tired of haunting
- I left because
- the body recognizes
- on its own
- despite denial—
- how long can you hold your breath
- and call it living?
- I left because
- of night’s strange flesh
- pressing her against
- the couch
- she loved,
- closing my throat—
Empty Glass
- when you fall into a bottle,
- make sure you are the one
- doing the swallowing
- it can be so easy to forget
- how to breathe
- keep remembering
- or your sorrow will not be
- the thing that drowns you
- don’t look for answers
- chances are you didn’t come here
- to find the right one
- chances are you prefer darkness
- to a reflection, but all the walls here
- are mirrors
- scrape her name from your tongue
- replace it with the taste
- of rock bottom
- this bottle will never fill the space
- left by her shade
- love makes for a menacing hangover
- when you wake up,
- take the cracks for what they are
- a heart with no scars has never truly loved
- so learn to shatter,
- gather your ashes
- & let the past pass through you
- like sunlight
- through an empty glass
Candid
- Most photos are fabricated moments. An imitation of
- truth, skewed, fish-eyed. In real life, the party stops
- when someone wants to take a picture. Conversations
- are paused; attention, diverted. Smiling in the same
- direction never would have happened, had the
- lens not asked it of you. When I look through old
- albums, I try to remember what happened after the
- shutter-snap. I wonder what changed when someone
- stopped trying to capture the moment and, instead,
- let it roam free. The truth is that life, like beauty, does
- not require a pose. Most of the time, it happens when
- no one is looking.
Brennan DeFrisco is a poet, writer, spoken word artist & educator from the San Francisco Bay Area. He’s the author of A Heart With No Scars (Nomadic Press) and co-author of Exquisite Duet (Hermeneutic Chaos Press). He’s been a National Poetry Slam finalist, a runner-up for the Drake University Emerging Writer Award and is currently the Grand Slam Champion of the Oakland Poetry Slam. He is a California Poets In The Schools teaching artist, as well as a performance coach for Poetry Out Loud. His work has been published in Words Dance, jmww journal, Gemini and other publications. Brennan enjoys words & the way they move. He loves movies, poker, whiskey, Firefly, and Allie Marini more than you do. He is an MFA candidate in Creative Writing at Antioch University Los Angeles.
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