New York City Football Club

New York Poem, New York Photography

New York Poem

 

Possessed by a foul mood last Sunday,
I accompanied you to the soccer game.
The one you waited outside
in line
shivering for hours
to covert the free tickets.
I begrudgingly walked the three long
uphill blocks at your side,
complaints queuing on my tongue,
tripping over one another to be voiced.
And you looked to me
And smiled that sweet smile
of a somber child and said
your heart hurt when I was sad.
I wanted to pluck each of those
tender words from the air,
to lock them in a velvet lined box
where nothing horrible would
ever touch them.
And so we went to the game.
I stood for three and a half hours
in a blistering wind.
Frozen hands jammed in my pockets.
Frozen toes curled in my boots.
I even cheered when your team won
because there is nothing you
could ask for that I would not give you
and that includes
abandoning my temper I wanted
to cling to so stubbornly.
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Photograph by Oleg Chursin
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Noelle Currie

I have been writing short fiction and poetry for ten years. I recently completed the second of two novels that are currently unpublished. I was the winner of The Book Doctor’s Pitchapalooza in 2013 and recipient of the Gold Medal in poetry in the Tunxis Academic and Art Challenge in 2009. I submit poetry and short fiction pieces to the creative writing website ImageCurve.com weekly. I graduated from the University of Connecticut in 2013 with a degree in vocal performance. My second love is singing opera.

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