Tag Archives: Poem
I don’t know love Not the Monday, Tuesday, every other day love Not the lifelong, singsong, nothing-can-go-wrong love Not the sweetheart, work of art, till death do us part love Not the wedding band, ain’t life grand, wanna hold your … Continue reading
My thoughts return at times like these To the man upon the table The person who I used to be Before the one who now is me I wonder at his screams His violent protestations As the doctors prepared him … Continue reading
“Not my type” Are the words that keep coming to mind The problem being the implication That I have a “type” That the conundrum of who I like and who I don’t Could be quantified and measured with words like … Continue reading
I’ve become an inward-turning thing Like the legs of a spider, dying Curling into an asterisk across my abdomen No longer do I weave my tangled web Spinning tapestries like Arachne Or making messiahs of humble swine It’s far too … Continue reading
To the girl behind me in line at the supermarket Whose shopping list consisted entirely of Sourdough and sour gummi worms I wish I’d thought to ask you If you were making Sandwiches.
I hate you, woman in yellow For all the terrible things you never did And all the horrible flaws you never showed And all the wretched words you never said But most of all for when, as you walked along the sidewalk … Continue reading