We are delighted to present this week’s selection from the Brain Mill Press Student Poetry Month Contest 2017. We received many outstanding entries, from which this piece by Sully Pujol stood out. We hope you’ll enjoy it as much as we did.
by Sully Pujol
Because I was not lonely
I knocked on your bedroom door: because I’m
not seeking access to your most private thoughts,
dusty gems in costume shops,
because I heard a silence I couldn’t shake,
full of things you wouldn’t push past your lips.
I started to wrench words, like teeth
and watched them drop, and drop, and drop
while the blood fled my fingers.
Because I wanted to catch you,
unwind you, reweave your design.
Because there was room in my suitcase, and empty spools.
Those nights were chilled, my skin all snow and salt;
because our doors were closed,
that night of your mourning,
the eve of my hangover.
Because I didn’t come with you,
didn’t see those crusted-over jewels, didn’t pack my bag
with a little of your pain.