"vivian" (poem)
by missy gordon
the night falls
my dreams repeat the message
of a life passed on
and soon after the morning rises
did I pass?
“life is not a test”
the sky told me that
but i was sure it was
then what is it?
to my surprise, the sky replied:“
what do you want it to be?”
i thought about the line from pretty woman
when richard gere asks julia roberts for her name
“vivian. my name is vivian.”
am I only here for the night
forgotten in the morning?
curls tucked under my wig
nameless, faceless
like an empty soul wandering
the primordial plane?
truthfully, i asked
“no”, the wind responded curtly
but I didn’t believe him
he asks me for my name
“what do you want it to be,” i laughed
no, he said what do you want it to be?
