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“Beggarticks” by Jeremy Paden

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Whether the heart latches on first
like beggarticks on a passing pair
of socks, or if it’s the body

that stumbles and remembers
as it falls a world resplendent,
everything shines in that light.

Is the passing of that joy
written on the walls
of each heart by a fiery hand?

Or was it that you and I
found ourselves numbered
among those fated to fail?

Jeremy Dae Paden,
Broken Tulips
Accents Publishing

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“Lagniappe” by Jeremy Paden

Broken TulipsSilence prolongs its
stay, a lover grown distant,

nothing to pass between
us but this

lingering in the doorway,

and then you offer
watermelon, cold,

brought up this afternoon
from the well, melon left

in the dark water too long
then given by you to me

with the dolmas left over
from yesterday’s meal.

Jeremy Dae Paden,
Broken Tulips
Accents Publishing

Jeremy Paden

“Let Us Not Declare Bankruptcy” by Jeremy Paden

Broken Tulips

We can limp along, cobble
together something
that resembles life.

If we survive this depression,

call us Asheville.

Let our buildings stand
as Art Deco testaments

to when I bathed
in your southern sun,
your healing waters.

Jeremy Dae Paden,
Broken Tulips
Accents Publishing

Jeremy Paden

“Can We Say Love and Mean” by Jeremy Paden

Broken Tulipsfreedom, or must love
get jealous, beg, plead
and stand before you
like a bored, hungry
child that wants to sit
on your lap to eat
her morning biscuit
dripping with butter
and honey, then grab
your hair in her hands
to pull your face close
to hers, simply to peck
your cheek with sticky lips?

Jeremy Dae Paden,
Broken Tulips
Accents Publishing

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“Remember That Night in Cairo” by Jeremy Dae Paden

Broken TulipsTired of pizza, we discussed
outside the restaurant
whether to try something new,
local and unfamiliar,

how finally we went three doors
down to try the ful medames
and aysh baladi, how the bomb
exploded as they served us tea.

They say that aysh, the word
for bread, means life.

We sat there and tore life
and dipped it in stewed beans
and ate it, while three doors down,
ambulances, weeping, corpses.

Jeremy Dae Paden,
Broken Tulips
Accents Publishing

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