i.
i wouldn’t say i ran it
but i wouldn’t say i walked,
i inched my way – one beat at a time
to mimic the sudden shock
-as you closed your eyes
and turned the audio down
I think you must have jammed the remote,
because it keeps skipping and the volume is so low now
that i can barely hear the teleported particles
blurt out their infinite issues;
but maybe that’s because all i can concentrate on are ours.
you keep shoving problems onto my cross–legged lap
expecting me to make them disappear,
but i’m no magician and hardly a saint
so i’m sorry to say that
i’m not sorry at all &
there’ll be no show today.
ii.
i would have said we’d make it
if we ever would have talked;
our conversations muffled me
like my pillows in the night.
'no, really, the weather is just fine'
i hate sun
&
rain
&
air
when all i can breath in
has been contaminated with ‘you’
I wish you would have said something
-anything
when i asked you what was wrong;
a vacant glare replied to me
& though you never even heard
the drizzle of day
in my mind
seems like an hour with you
& even though you said you love me
I don’t believe it.
iii.
i can’t trust the words which boil over
as you press all my wrong buttons
you forgot to turn the gas off &
if you don’t rearrange your power chords
we’ll both fall into the bathtub.
you said you were a Boy Scout,
-so can you tie me a little knot
because my rope is fraying and
i’m fighting against hell.
iv.
i hate me for feeling &
i love you for leaving.
v.
i love you more than ever now, but the only problem is –
your recliner’s cushion managed to return to it’s
vintage indent & my living room is clean.
i broke like crystal and glittered on the ground
but you’re gone now -you left-
so you can’t go buy me glue to fix this faulty part.
my body is still intact and though my heart
has formed a pretty abstract painting on the bottom of the sink,
i’m just a small glass sliver
in the heel of your shoe.
vi.
you walk too much.
sit down.
Gold trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
