{"id":349,"date":"2017-12-01T00:28:49","date_gmt":"2017-12-01T00:28:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writehanded.org\/poetry\/?p=349"},"modified":"2017-12-01T00:28:49","modified_gmt":"2017-12-01T00:28:49","slug":"i-should-never-have-called-it-that","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2017\/12\/01\/i-should-never-have-called-it-that\/","title":{"rendered":"I should never have called it that"},"content":{"rendered":"

A poem for Ashleigh Young.<\/em><\/p>\n

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All the best things I\u2019ve written are stolen<\/p>\n

used and reused, patched together<\/p>\n

from other, better things by other, better writers<\/p>\n

from books out of the 50 cent bins at the Hospice shop.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All the best thing I\u2019ve written are stolen<\/p>\n

and I\u2019ll try and tell you, look, I\u2019m just doing the research<\/p>\n

but really it\u2019s a question of trust<\/p>\n

We\u2019re so busy giving it away, we don\u2019t have any left for ourselves.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All the best things I\u2019ve written are stolen<\/p>\n

Imitation disguised as flattery, and then what do you do<\/p>\n

when the original owner despairs;<\/p>\n

\u2018Oh, I should never have called it that\u2019?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Shit. What should we have called it then?<\/p>\n

\u2018I barely knew you, and now you\u2019re gone\u2019?<\/p>\n

\u2018Look, things like this just don\u2019t happen\u2019?<\/p>\n

\u2018Why Am I Still Afraid of the Dark\u2019?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All the best things I\u2019ve written are stolen<\/p>\n

like the way we used to blow up balloons and layer them<\/p>\n

with papier mache, then slide a needle through<\/p>\n

leaving emptiness preserved by yesterday\u2019s news.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All the best things I\u2019ve written are stolen<\/p>\n

even from myself, I mean, I\u2019ve done this poem before<\/p>\n

the one about being a thief and a liar<\/p>\n

who took your light bulb and planted it in my own garden.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All the best things I\u2019ve written are stolen<\/p>\n

and this thing definitely is, because the only way I could see<\/p>\n

to doing it any sort of justice<\/p>\n

was indelicate plagiarism, and mirrors.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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