"Maybe I'm dying. God, stop with the morbidity.
Am I so despondent with life that I think about
dying over and over all day?"
ten to four, five to ten, five to five
the saddest, soberist, most serious
thing I've ever heard said civilly
body and bones hurt from stress
bad reflux early that burned your nose
washing your mouth and gagging
"Paranoia?! Anxiety?! Terror?! Prostitutes?!"
you're in a good mood, I'm nonverbal
containing my energy to the room
you said in bed I was your favorite movie
I brushed your hair, you nearly had a headgasm
cursive looks messier but writes quieter
I long to run away with you, our shared
dropping off the face of the earth fantasy
and leave the rest of the world behind
2011
Okay, the Prostitues?! gave me a chuckle. And "you said in bed I was your favorite movie" made me smile; it's a lovely line. As is the final stanza.
ReplyDeleteI think your poem shows a relationship as well as the two individuals in it in a uniquely intimate way. Well done.
Thank you, and the "uniquely intimate" part means a lot to me :)
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