Everything I love is on the table.
Everything I love is out to sea.
Everything I love is out to sea.
“Don’t Swallow the Cap,” The National
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart
“Pink Rabbits,” The National
Why did you have to be blonde and beautiful,
pale stereotype of what a woman should be?
And why, O, why did you love her, Peter?
This nerd-love for the unattainable girl?
Peter, O, Peter, with great power and all that…
Pimply and scrawny, I guess, we hide in bedrooms
with Marilyn Monroe posters on our silent walls.
But good people, beautiful people never really die
in three-color comic books or technicolor Hollywood films.
O, Gwen, why did they take you from all of us,
betray us like our mirrors every single morning?
Forty years apart, I cry at your lifeless twisted pose—
frail boy comic in hand, middle-aged man on the couch.
Spider-Man or Elephant Man—hearts are bound to love
and no superpower can ever defeat the space of you gone.
O, Gwen, why did you have to die?
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