MONDAY POEMS: SHINJI MOON
April 15, 2013 · by Elaine · in Monday Poems
Shinji Moon is eighteen years old living in Manhattan. She studies English, Journalism, and Creative Writing at NYU. She has published a book of poetry, The Anatomy of Being and has had poems published in The Alembic, West 10th, and Freckled Magazine.
This week’s poem is called “If I Left You a Voice Mail, This Would Be It.” I didn’t want to share it at first because it holds a very special and painful meaning to me, etc. but decided to share because poems are meant to be read not kept hidden in the dark corners of memory. Anyway, I hope you like it.
“I almost miss the sound of your voice but know that the rain
outside my window will suffice for tonight.
I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t spoken in months now
and I wanted to tell you that someone threw a bouquet of roses
in the trash bin on the corner of my street, and I wanted to cry
because, because —
you know exactly why.
And, I guess I’m calling because only you understand
how that would break my heart.
I’m running out of things to say. My gas is running on empty.
I’ve stopped stealing pages out of poetry books, but last week I pocketed a thesaurus
and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain
and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra.
I wanted to tell you that I’m not afraid of being moved anymore;
Not afraid of this heart packing up its things and flying transcontinental
with only a wool coat and a pocket with a folded-up address inside.
I’ve saved up enough money to disappear.
I know you never thought the day would come.
Do you remember when we said goodbye and promised that
it was only for then? It’s been years since I last saw you, years
since we last have spoken.
Sometimes, it gets quiet enough that I can hear the cicadas rubbing their thighs
against each other’s.
I’ve forgotten almost everything about you already, except that
your skin was soft, like the belly of a peach, and
how you would laugh,
making fun of me for the way I pronounced almonds
like I was falling in love