March 29, 2003
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can’t find nobody home
tired and lonely from the day
from these restless hours of avoiding thoughts of you
i agree
to keep him company
and we eat dinner
sitting across from one another
on the floor in my living room
dressed only in my cotton pajamas
we share thai take-out
white pails of greasy noodles
heavy as the silences between us
i try not to look him in the eye
i try to be invisible
drunk on cheap wine
and insatiablility
we walk through the neighborhood in the glowing dark
through the steadily melting shifts of ice and snow
and the only time i laugh
laugh out loud
is when i think of something that happened
hours before
and i ignore the fact that we don’t really care for one another
that what we really are is
the consequence of proximity
and timing
Comments (7)
…it happens, sometime the lesson learned is being alone is better.
MuSe
…hope your heart lightens and your joys increase. Hugs,
Love the poem and the metaphors (the noodle one is my fav.) Careful! I married a man from a relationship that started like this ~ love is a choice!
You know, I never really liked reading poetry all that much, but after reading this as well as some of your other work, it’s made me a little more open-minded. You really have a talent for writing and your poems are beautiful
So beautiful… so sad… cheer up… I know you can write some bright stuff… take care and have a good Sunday
Your poetry seems relate a nascent love Shy , perhaps too much shy !
Your previous blog that I have commented has worrying me . It is dangerous to deconstruct oneself .
Love
Michel
very beautifully written. i hope it doesn’t reflect your mood though….
Proximity and timing account for a lot that happens between people.
I like the way you express yourself.