Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
definitely not a love poem
I know its not terribly
romantic To say this but
you’re the closed door
that I can handle
we’re the fucked up
I understand
you’re the one who keeps saying no
while i keep hearing yes
You’re the morning after
That comes attached with
Breakfast and sex
You’re well intended
After-words
You’re dreams that I sometimes have
But don’t bother interpreting
You’re a particular coded kind of
Flirting
You’re a number I keep deleting
But remember
You’re the phone call
I can’t help but pick up
You’re the book that I’ve read
That I keep re-reading
You’re the film I’ve
seen so many times
I can start at the middle
You’re best avoided
and yet You’re this idea
I’m constantly toying with
You’re a distraction
I’m better off Without
Like that woozy feeling
Of having drank too much
I’ve overdosed on obsessing over you
You’ve wasted my tme
i’ve complicated yours
You make me more
Hopeless than romantic
but what it comes down to is this
we’re the kind of fucked up
i understand.
Night chat
We were outside smoking
Winter hours made four pm feel like midnight
The countryside sky free of air and light pollution
Had so many stars our city eyes were
Nearly blinded
I exhaled wearily and said
I was heartbroken
He, my friend, cast me a withering look
Said “stop wasting your time with men
You’re far too clever”
He’s a sometimes feminist
part time misogynist
I suppose he thinks
It accentuates his swagger
My newfound interest in men has
Placed me lower in status
He maintains that I should know
Better and women are far more complex
Allegedly. All I know is
men drive me distracted
(the men I’m drawn to make me crazy)
most women I’m drawn to are crazy
(so which side of clinical insanity would I like to be
I mean, where does that leave me? )
I shook my head, locked eyes with him and said
Listen, seriously man, I’m heart broken
And the stars laughed
And the night grew darker still
He stubbed out his cigarette
And walked back in
With not so much as a word in my direction
I think he preferred it
When I was lesbian