Monthly Archives: December 2013
8:10
There was a moment
this morning-
before the weight of the day
had fully descended, settling
snug and warm around my shoulders-
there was a moment when I thought
I’d lost you.
Not in the mortal sense, or
in the way I lose my keys when I am
rushing
to catch the 8:10 train, but more like
when I lose my train
of thought; I thought you’d been
derailed, diverted, directed towards
a different destination, one that would leave me
waiting
at this station
by the ugly statue, my arms
crossed against the cold, still
wondering.
Withdrawal
Her laugh was what she left me when she died. That night, windshields shone like widened eyes. Lights flicked on and doors opened all down the street. A half moon paused in a sky of aquamarine. When a spider crawls across My ceiling, I scream. But when I saw her cheeks, rubber under rouge, made up like a baby doll, I only stared. These were not the cheeks I had brushed my lips against at night before I climbed the 14 steps to my silent bed and she went back to cigarette smoke and Wheel of Fortune on the TV. She also left a note. Withdrawal written carefully- an apology in blue ink, but I know my father killed her long before her car collided with that tree.
Against the Sky
There’s the tight
hum, the high-pitched, incessant
ringing
from the TV, even on mute. It follows
me through
the apartment like a headache
even after I have turned
it off, turned away and
strode, purposefully, into
the kitchen. I turn it off to turn my
self back on, to acknowledge
my hands, to hear my
uninterrupted
thoughts and notice the sun just
winking out of sight beyond
the fire escape, escaping these
final hours of the day. It’s
when I turn the lights off, too,
that my eyes
can finally find
the moon and trace
the tree tops,
that simple latticework of leaf, dark
against the sky, quiet
above the rooftops,
moving steadily with the wind.
Slightly neurotic, easy going
This is another found text poem along the same theme as the previous post, this time using only the first lines of women’s online dating profiles. Again, the line breaks are mine, otherwise the sentences are copied and pasted from the profiles.
Slightly neurotic, easy going.
Well, where to begin. Born
and raised in the center
of the universe. Interested,
I suppose. Slightly neurotic, easy going
girl..err, woman, with
too much charm
for the average person to handle. Rabbit
rescuer. By day, I’m a
mild-mannered
accountant. Once I was a pig
farmer in Italy. I am a transplant. I have all
my limbs. I have
a weakness
for tattoos and dimples, but neither
are necessary. When I was young
I wanted
to be a trapeze artist or
a taxi driver. Basically,
I spend 90% of my life feeling like I’ve got this adulthood thing
down
and the other 10%
eating nachos for dinner
three nights in a row. What is anyone
doing
with their lives?
Adult Male
I’m a complex person, but
here goes
nothing.
I promise
I’m not a serial killer.
I’m an introspective social
chameleon. I love
the good life. The screeching roar
of jet engines makes me
indescribably
giddy. I’m happier
than I’ve ever been. I’m ravenous
for life and have razor-sharp teeth
pointed
at the plate. I am an open
book with sticky pages
and a good
read. I’m 99 pounds
of pure
dynamite. Adult
male.
This is a found text poem using the first lines from men’s online dating profiles. The line breaks are mine, the text is copied directly from the profiles.