On Losing Hope by Jill Talbot
Illustration by Arushi Gupta
Forgiveness is giving up all hope of having had a better past.
– Anne Lamott
If Hope were a guest I would lock her in a cellar.
If Hope were a movie I would not eat the popcorn.
If I saw Hope on a sidewalk, half broken, I would keep on driving.
If Hope knew the real me she would run screaming.
If Hope were a digestive biscuit she would be full of animal fat.
If Hope attended your wedding you can be sure you’ll end in divorce.
If Hope were sitting here I would tell her I want her back.
If Hope saw me naked she would say, We’ve got work to do.
If Hope found this poem she would burn it.
If Hope were a bartender everything would be on the house.
If Hope were a fruit she would be an apple.
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