for m - mikko harvey

the work - https://www.foundryjournal.com/harvey.html

The first time I read it, I wondered what in the world was the writer feeling? Was it tension and nervousness? Wanting to have control over everything yet knowing very well that, we have control over almost nothing that will happen eventually. Were they consoling themselves or were they consoling you? So many questions yet the beauty of art is that unless explained explicitly, it is always up to your interpretation. 

A part that had me hooked completely was the final bits.

What

the fuck.

The number

of hours

we have

together is

actually not

so large.

Please linger

near the

door uncomfortably

instead of

just leaving.

Please forget

your scarf

in my

life and

come back

later for

it. 

The poem is written in such an unorthodox way where reading it itself can get a bit uncomfortable. Even as temporary things and circumstances are, people aren't an exception yet we find more excuses to seek them or even have them seek us again.