10 Poems in 20 Minutes (Day Seventeen)

I’m a bit dark today. Well, darker than usual. So, warning, I guess.

10 Poems in 20 Minutes
Day 17

Poem 1:
I’ve yet to look at a happy marriage
I’m convinced they’re isn’t one
It’s just two people
Who haven’t yet come to spit at each other as much as anyone else they’ve met
Introduce one person or concept and the pair goes to shambles

Poem 2:
Maybe I don’t have it in me
Not today
I just won’t leave this place here

Poem 3:
Words come out of my mouth every one second guessed
Why this word there
That didn’t make any sense
You sound like a prude
I should have stopped talking there
I should stop babbling
Why do I open my mouth?

Poem 4:
All you need to know about my sister
I can tell you in one story
She woke up second and took a shower first
And sang through the bathroom door
I could hear her serenades through my own closed door
She walked out with towels and airs
I told her I could hear her singing
She said, I know

Poem 5:
Well, what do you make of it
Essentially
What are you gone do with your hands

Poem 6:
The guy we pay ten dollars to mow our lawn
Hasn’t enough brains to stop and ask for more gas
He putters in lines
I’m sure I’m forgetting to ask for something
That could make all this go away and stop my sputters

Poem 7:
There’s a pad of real butter melting in the pan I put there
Real butter
I try to spread it on my corn-syrupy wheat bread
To put on top of my processed American cheese product
To make a sandwich
I flip with my dollar store wooden spoon
Under my warped scraped black little pan
On the rented glass-top stove
I made lunch with my own hands
My hands seem real at least

Poem 8:
I remember, I remember a particular required math class
And Cash bought pot brownies the night before
He talked so it was obvious
The piddly assistant professor who taught turned to me
Next to my loud lover
And said, do you understand this,
Called me by name
I did
So we helped Cash out

Poem 9:
I walked up the slope to the tower dorms. I was late out playing.
There were two black party-dress girls in the circle drive, one dragging the other
She screamed, he raped me he raped me
Her friend said shut up, c’mon, let’s go
I stopped and started and stopped and skittish moved
The friend looked at me to make sure I wasn’t watching
I walked as calm toward the door, my feet the only ones who knew what to do

Poem 10:
Katie and Mike shouted obscenities toward each other
At this my first college party
I started at my vodka in a red cup that had bubbles and juice
She came from her comedy show that night
She had been so funny

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