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.
I lost Hope the day I got too hungry to be without her.
About the Author
“Hope is my least favorite four letter word.”
Jill Talbot attended Simon Fraser University for psychology before pursing her passion for writing. Jill has appeared in Geist, Rattle, Poetry Is Dead, The Puritan, Matrix, subTerrain and The Tishman Reviw. Jill was shortlisted for the Matrix Lit POP Award for fiction and the Malahat Far Horizons Award for poetry. Jill lives on Gabriola Island, BC.
About the Illustrator
Arushi Gupta is a 22-year-old alien studying to be a dentist in Chandigarh. She is
a die-hard otaku and wishes to go to Japan soon. You can find her singing Japanese songs, making some artsy concoction or taking weird photographs in the streets of Chandigarh.
You can find her works here.
On Losing Hope is one of the many amazing poems from the upcoming edition of the literary collection The Machinery.
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