4 very short poems


Sarolta Ban


First impressions are easier to master than pursuit

In the beginning there’s nothing to lose

Except of course the mystery

It’s when the heart gets involved

And you’re waiting by the phone at 12 pm

Thinking where did I go wrong?

That the despair really kicks in


I wonder if we began in a good way

Perhaps it was the only way,

Given the odds and there were as you know

A significant number of odds

The Ultimate Impossibility

When I think of starting over

And how we might not be together

In any other scenario save for the current one

I think I must have screwed up just enough

For life to express the ultimate impossibility

The ultimate impossibility being of course love


I don’t think “nice” people find

What they are looking for

Because sometimes you have to trespass

Break a few windows

Remove the pins from all the hinges once inside

So it’s just one big blood-filled arena

Nice people knock 3 times then shuffle away


I don’t usually write in this style like many people I am a little confused about the difference between poetry and prose but I think this might be prose. I guess technically I am a nice person (albeit a difficult person) but Sam and I had to fight hard to be together and to stay together. If I’d been too kind I wouldn’t have had the stomach to face all the opposition. I often think about going back and doing things differently, about how I could have been kinder and more understanding. How I could have been more this and less that.