Original Poetry: And Then You’re Here, Tennessee Williams

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Written by Nathan Belvedere

And then you’re here:
settled cross-legged, Indian chief.
You are more than those pills, Tennessee.
Drop the bottle.

And then you’re here:
Half-written letters, sprawling seascapes of
unintentional ink.
Publish them.
You never know what could happen.

And then you’re here:
Sanatorium mint green suit,
bouquet of flowers because they seemed
appropriate. She howls
like an incoherent dog.
Tenez elle de toute façon, Tennessee.
Hold her anyways

And then you’re here:
Knowing they will leave.
One by one, Tennessee,
they will leave.
Do not be ashamed to die.
Swim, Tennessee. Always swim.

And then you’re here, Tennessee Williams,
and then you’re gone.
Blow out your candles – and so goodbye.
And then you’re here
but
then
you’re
gone.

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