Apologies for the late hour of posting. Road trips are not kind to daily poetry writing.
I Wrote 10 Poems in 20 Minutes
An old friend told me four years
We’ve known each other four years.
A baby learned to be human
A couple went steady.
Leaders found power and watched it go.
And we were friends the whole time.
Our history, in four years.
Look at me now,
I’m smiley and giggly
Talkative, proud, funny
Loved right here.
Without a hindrance of what I could say.
For we could say forever, and talk
About infinities till our tongues turned into wrinkles.
An offer of life
She gave me.
Come stay with me she said.
Get out of your house,
With your parents.
But I’d have to start paying,
And I would have no car.
If I asked for one too many,
I’d lose the friend that kept me sane.
I hold, wear a crystal around my neck
Not for the healing greater power of quartz
But because it feels the same
Every time I hold it
The rock of a constant
Will outlive me untrace me
And scry for my location once I leave.
She asks again
Are you ok?
I want to acknowledge the question
Respond that I don’t want to be asked
Say what she wants to hear
But not give a real answer
So it can’t be used against me later.
When he gets back
You gave me all this, I almost, no, I almost seemed
Important to you, I mean,
And I thought I could trust you,
Because I like you, not like how I like everyone else,
But you gave me this,
Then left me, and I haven’t seen you
But others say they saw you, and I haven’t
Even though I’m there at the same time, place.
It must be me.
And I sound like the girls I never wanted to sound like.
I did this today
And I feel neutral about it
I have completed it.
There it sits.
I cannot shame this,
Nor praise this,
Look, I have done it.
Not enough of me to go around
I can’t put all of me
Into the decision about which peanut butter I want
Or I won’t have room for the
Which house should I buy.
I have to ration me.
In booklets, use coupons to use me only when I need me
And my brain,
So I can be good still
The light is out at ridgeway and chapel hill
I stopped in the dark
Headlight higher than the other light
My rearview mirror shows all black
Not tilted wrong, nothing behind
Not a soul in the back.
Without my light, my stop light
The city puts in and tells me it’s there
To be followed, no lights on
People I know are there.
I went and stood where I’ve been before
And I seemed much smaller
All my choices flater
All the possibilities opener
And I could have done so much more.