Another found poem for your Friday by Kristina Pantalone. Words borrowed from Melina Marchetta’s beautiful novel, Jellicoe Road (pages 186-187).  If you find yourself finding yourself in someone else’s words, submit them to us for next week. We hope you have a splendid weekend!


Nothing to Forgive

132 complicated minutes

hovers over to warn me

days before he left,


pulse throbbing

as he traced marks

left by slightly scratchy buttons at eye-level;

he says “forgive me,”

despair spilling like fire

towards the boys around here;

he says, “solace,” wanting to take her hand

but doesn’t dare ground her with shadows;

he could not comprehend it the whole time,

covered in sobbing,

she says, “nothing to forgive;”

no one felt the hand disappear and

she died right there.


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