Wednesday, November 4, 2009

what I did see today

places 
that I find myself, lately
consisting of things like
my couch with a little to eat and 
eyes bigger than my stomach can be
it hurts to feel large blocks of hard and solid joy for too long and some  
boy of mine, runs 
outlines my ears and I meet him 
where my jaw meets my neck, last time I cried those tears, he 
took them back, said there
there, and on the bus ride away from a bigger bed than mine, and 
rushing past street signs, five past nine, morning
time, never waiting for 
anything, hate his smile
I can't
and she is where she is she is some delicate featured kind boned and quiet soul ready to light flames to her past, I know
we all, are
going 
places.

4 comments:

  1. this is so good...it's so sad...I read it earlier today and the images this made me think of stayed with me all day. This is really good, another beautiful poem.

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  2. I love this; it reminds me of looking out windows and being sad.

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  3. This must be my favorite poem from you...
    I wish I could ask what you thought of when you wrote it. I can think of several interpretations and each one is so sad. I keep going back to this poem every time I check your blog.

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  4. I was too shy and too scared to really know you then.
    I miss you Shaela.

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