Saturdays are always the sleepiest. I don’t know if Saturday poems are sleepy too.
I Wrote 10 Poems in 20 Minutes
Day 39
Poem 1:
He asked why
Didn’t I want kids
Because I don’t want more people like me
Not that much pain
Poem 2:
I ate the pancakes without syrup
Spit out grape seeds
Steak knife cut ham
Spilled yolk sunny side up
Medium warm juice
And hoped by the time I stopped being hungry
I would be civil
Poem 3:
A start wake up
Felt like I’d already been awake
No time had passed
Give me twenty more minutes
No blinked eyes
Poem 4:
Can’t chew with her mouth closed
Because she talks so much
If she did
We’d never be able to leave
Waiting for each bite to finish
For the story
She just wanted for conversation
Poem 5:
Only refilled my coffee once
Eeked out while grinning
He doesn’t get tip
But, Dad, you didn’t ask for more
I don’t care with a grim
Satisfaction of having proved them wrong
Poem 6:
Brochures dates for November
I won’t be here that long
I can’t be
I have to get out of here
As I unpack another box
Poem 7:
Boxknife can’t be left out
No more
Because I know how to use it
How it locks with a thumb, easy
Then my mind goes runnin
Poem 8:
He doesn’t have to be
Good for me
Or talk well or smart
He hasta hold me
With will eyes
Hold out the cold
Poem 9:
I dance when the steps won’t carry
And sing as far as I can
I write with a closed door
Cry and scream into quilted pillow cases
Share myself thoughts only to strangers
So they can’t hurt me with bits of knowing
Poem 10:
Sweatshirt won’t get washed
Wore it the last time we all went
To the perfume Macy’s counter
Spritzing the glass bottles with our smiles
Each sleeve smells different
The hood must carry some fancy number
Last time we were together
As friends
And equal in glass and circumstance
Mispronounced the French names
Argued over celebrity status rights
Twirled and spun
Before we all went flying away
Some Bad Plankton 