I met you dancing,
french cigarettes in your coat pocket,
palm in palm,
step right, right, left, repeat.
I am another girl dressed as a woman,
reduced to being simple,
I am the cotton skirt I wear, perfectly pleated.
I will marry you under the pear tree,
we will make a daughter and another.
Listen to the tick of the pocket watch,
some holiday gift from your mother's father
it must be time for you to acquire a new taste.
We are a grown, ripened.
I will find a corner in the cellar,
listen to the mandolin player,
and bleed myself dry.
Step right, right, left, repeat.
january 12, 2009
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- Abby
- Portland, Maine
- 27 y.o. registered nurse, living by the Atlantic, lover of music, good vegetarian food, activism, and making lists.
"I know there is strength
in the differences between us
and I know there is comfort
where we overlap." - Ani D.
in the differences between us
and I know there is comfort
where we overlap." - Ani D.
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2 comments:
I usually refrain from commenting on these poems b/c I don't want to scare you off, but just so you know, I'd be pretty psyched to get this in 211. ;-)
Thank you, home skillet. I think.
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