Franz Wright | Learning a Language

She’s reading your minds
as you pass by, the

dipsomane déguisée en rose

While she waits
for her date
to turn up, the moon
in the man…

She knows exactly what is going to happen

she’ll be guided
upstairs
to a bedroom, and turning around
he will show her his
gun

He’ll ask if she would like to
hold it,
which she will

amazed
at its lightness
and beauty
this thing

it must have taken 4 million years to make

squeezing it she will feel cold
and invisible light flowing
into her spine

So there is a door out of here after all

And to visit a new place creates one
in the brain

How do you say no

How do you say anything
to throw up in

Can I use this room to cry

Radiant fuel
body
of water

along which she walks, she is
walked

Why
did we leave, and how
are we ever getting back—

(via poetry365)

I can’t put into words how reading this poem makes me feel. It’s spot on. It makes me shudder.

26 October, 2009
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    — Franz Wright
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    poem freshman year but completely forgot who wrote it!...love coincidence =D
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