Monday, September 21, 2009

there is sugar in your fucking soy milk

THIS SHOULDN'T BE AS HARD AS IT 
is, 
because we had it figured out and there were plans and 
you smiled when I nodded and I'd count the days you weren't around
and then the minutes, but now the sounds of your heavy footsteps at night 
late, 
and angry 
and maybe a little drunk, 
and jealous and I TOLD YOU SO, 
you're saying it 
without saying it 
without saying it
without saying it 
I cleaned up, 
but don't mention it, you know..
my heart pounds like heavy rain hard on concrete and furious with the sky!
...but I digress.

1 comment:

  1. I really like this poem you wrote, it's loud and angry like shouting until the voice muffles and only the echo remains.
    "...I digress" is the last part that makes it that much more personal.

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