Thursday, August 30, 2007
A Poem by Rosie Snajdr
Rosie Snajdr, 23, Cambridge, UK
If i haven't the heart to tell you
again, as when once we
lay in sheets of rain
those real words you
didn't like my mouth
to say it's this: nothing
has changed i am the same
and if i haven't the sense
to play your accomplice
in this delicate erasure only
and scatter the dirt we tracked
upon that wet day's grave
to throw a deathly lie a wake
to hang my heart for shame
and if i haven't the will
to contemplate consequence
to lie about another or whatever
you say you must do
nothing is changing
is changing my love
nothing is changing
nothing we do
If i haven't the heart to tell you
again, as when once we
lay in sheets of rain
those real words you
didn't like my mouth
to say it's this: nothing
has changed i am the same
and if i haven't the sense
to play your accomplice
in this delicate erasure only
and scatter the dirt we tracked
upon that wet day's grave
to throw a deathly lie a wake
to hang my heart for shame
and if i haven't the will
to contemplate consequence
to lie about another or whatever
you say you must do
nothing is changing
is changing my love
nothing is changing
nothing we do