Poetry from Griffin Robillard

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Our banner will fall,
the clothes heavy with rainwater
while every heart
at once skips
a beat

because in the morning
with the lights on
and my head down
I can’t stomach

the coffee you made me
or the letters I said I’d write
or the photos I said I’d take
or the thoughts I said I’d had— but didn’t.

The bananas are rotting in the freezer
and I’m kidding myself there’s no mold
on the last strawberry, cutting

around the cancerous bits
like a citrus farmer.
Some casualties are


Griffin Robillard is a poet and musician with a B.A. from Boston College. He currently resides in Brooklyn, NY.

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