Poetry from Griffin Robillard
Use Within Three Days of Opening
Our banner will fall,
the clothes heavy with rainwater
while every heart
at once skips
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.