[One of my few ever poems pre-NaPoWriMo '13, composed around this time of year several years ago. It's hard to identify with the anxty self behind that 'I' now (Thank God). Thought of it after reading Becca's "Midwestern Lament" earlier this month.]
Late at
the dinner party, the lucky are at home
stepping
smiling into pajamas. They didn’t say
anything stupid.
Someone
is singing You Can’t Always Get What You Want to
anonymous listeners.
Stand in
a place where no one can wonder
why I’m not having a good time.
How
those crossed legs between legs could never be mine.
Wondering,
the point of a heel through my ankle.
Leans on
me to catch her balance between the split
of a knee-length neon blue skirt.
Are you
with? Yes. I’m I’m.
Nice to meet you. Oh sweetie there
are so
many of us.
You will
never remember.
love this, especially the last stanza! what is my who's who poem??
ReplyDelete"Midwestern Lament"? :) different though in its own way
ReplyDeleteoh right -- Who's Who = Important People, got it! :)
ReplyDeleteHa, thanks for clearing that up! Totally both important people. I love this too.
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