(take whatever you know
and hide it far away)
this is my house
and you are lucky to be here
(put your headphones on)
feed my dog
no breakfast for you
(don't invite friends)
your dog? dead
your cat? shot
did you fall?
(get out)
your mother is at work
this is my house
she will not protect you.
(run)
8.13.2010
whatever you know
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Did you write that? What inspired it? Hmm.
ReplyDeleteyes, i wrote it. it's not a memory of something that happened to me. that is all.
ReplyDeleteThe thing about poetry, for me?
ReplyDeleteIs that it invites in too much of the reader.
To fill those empty spaces.
You have left.
Or is that just my imagination?
Sigh.
that is exactly my objective. thank you for letting me know i accomplished it with this one.
ReplyDeletei write about specific things and attempt to convey something universal. as you do as well, with your prose.
big sigh.