To Terms (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 20 Nov 2019 in Art, Poems

Oil painting cameo of dark figures on off-white ground



To Terms


If it was forgiveness come for

Or, if a jar of minutes had been stationed

where a centerpiece might go

And every staged remark of the conversation

got its candy heart with a slogan

bitcher, loser, lame-o, snob, martyr, gloater

nuisance to others, at sum, unloved

tossed in

then the house would have its ballroom floor mosaic


if it was forgiveness, if it was

like some debt of paper notes that could be paid

if skins were shed by a blistering episode

that left no trace and newly made

sorry…she might be sorry, devoid

she and he and they and we

of inequality, of future sense


It isn’t clear the last word spoken would be forgiveness

Thinking of confessional wrongs and circumstances

More, when less your angel advocates in language

That to the gelatin soul stamps jealousy



To Terms

Pastel drawing of skull-like woman feeling skepticalLike Hell
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(2019, Stephanie Foster)



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