Post by geronimo on Aug 20, 2015 15:03:55 GMT -5
He stood on the opposite side of the street
grey, sloping
shoulders hunched against the March rain
"Get in," I say, "I'll drive you back."
He turns from the window and his breath hangs in the air for a moment
while mine waits for a reply
"Get in."
He does.
I'm ravenous, We both are
and what I want is the childhood comfort of a grilled cheese and a chocolate milk
and...
and only someone to share these small comforts with for an afternoon
Because it's been bad lately
really bad
and what I mean is that I've been bad
But today when I left the house and found it was raining, I was filled with that bewilderingly optimistic spring feeling
and I'd been carrying this feeling around all day until I saw you freezing on the corner
and for the first time in god-knows-how-long I thought you'd see me, too
not the receding wreckage of me
and not the superimposed image of the girl you want
So when you put your arm around me, I let you
and in doing so, betray you
betray him, but really it's "them", it's everyone cares about me, isn't it?
and you didn't, couldn't see that about me yet
because we are incapable of seeing ourselves as symptoms of another person's illness
So a year later when you gave your poetry reading, a few minutes after my own
and you described to everyone we knew the hypnotic orange lampshade in my bedroom
and the conversations you'd had with him about me
about how inexcusably sick I was
I smiled and clapped with the rest of them
Because I knew he must have told you
because that one day in March, I didn't take you to my bedroom
and even if nobody else does, I do
**************
I haven't written anything in a long time. This is definitely garbage, but i thought it'd get the ball rolling.
grey, sloping
shoulders hunched against the March rain
"Get in," I say, "I'll drive you back."
He turns from the window and his breath hangs in the air for a moment
while mine waits for a reply
"Get in."
He does.
I'm ravenous, We both are
and what I want is the childhood comfort of a grilled cheese and a chocolate milk
and...
and only someone to share these small comforts with for an afternoon
Because it's been bad lately
really bad
and what I mean is that I've been bad
But today when I left the house and found it was raining, I was filled with that bewilderingly optimistic spring feeling
and I'd been carrying this feeling around all day until I saw you freezing on the corner
and for the first time in god-knows-how-long I thought you'd see me, too
not the receding wreckage of me
and not the superimposed image of the girl you want
So when you put your arm around me, I let you
and in doing so, betray you
betray him, but really it's "them", it's everyone cares about me, isn't it?
and you didn't, couldn't see that about me yet
because we are incapable of seeing ourselves as symptoms of another person's illness
So a year later when you gave your poetry reading, a few minutes after my own
and you described to everyone we knew the hypnotic orange lampshade in my bedroom
and the conversations you'd had with him about me
about how inexcusably sick I was
I smiled and clapped with the rest of them
Because I knew he must have told you
because that one day in March, I didn't take you to my bedroom
and even if nobody else does, I do
**************
I haven't written anything in a long time. This is definitely garbage, but i thought it'd get the ball rolling.
