FRIENDSHIP

This is the silhouette of a pineapple 
And it is friendship 
The past is real like water 
And heavy like the ground 
And it is like a child’s wish
To become a fox, an astronomer
This is why I write poems 
It is joy like turning around to see
A million glowing pink starfish 
You can know this feeling in the morning 
On the train and other places
This is like a puppy that wants your attention 
You give it your attention
Ever since I was small I have been
Out of control and it cannot be undone 
It does not please me 
I do not trust people who it pleases
I do not trust people who it controls 
Poetry is like sending someone
Knives made of cloth and ink 
It is not a crime 
And it can forget that 
This is when I miss you
And ask you to be an object 
For me to find 
But I can’t find you 
And then I do a wrong thing with a cigarette 
It’s very red grey
This is a call to you friend 
I lost an idea that might be important to find

Emily Pettit is the author of the poetry collections, Blue Flame and Goat In The Snow.