Wednesday, April 18, 2007

No Title Poem

She should have known
2:30 a.m.
Drunk in a hot tub,
A walk on the beach,
and Denny's
meant nothing,
not much to you.

At 19, everything.

She should have known
not to
pass the note,
words scrawled
on college-ruled paper,
ripped from the spiral of math equations,
confetti edges float to the floor.

Wished the words had instead.

Ironing a t-shirt?
Nothing but an ego-trip.
Pushed her head down further
More. Please. Oh more.

Feel Like Making Love
pulsed
on the other side of
the door.

Voices and Noises
Music and Sounds
Not their own.

Drunk fingers,
whispered promises
were everything
but true.

Rolling.
Feeling.
Nothing.
Every wave
spill
of the half-filled
bed of water.

She should have known
Everything
meant nothing
on that ocean-bed
when the shudders
came, he was
focused
on the framed picture
above his head.

A photo
Not of you.

16 comments:

Swishy said...

Oooooohhhh!!!

Moral of the story: Boys are jerks.

Dan said...

I object!

Meh. Who am I kidding.

Frannie Farmer said...

Yikes. You could have been spying on Frannie.
Did we ALL live that?

Rusty Nails said...

Whoa! Very good. Kind of Alanis Morisette-ish...

Manic Mom said...

I almost put the word IRONIC in there.

Don't ya think?

TTQ said...

Ditto what Frannie said and Swishy.

Manic Mom said...

Did everyone have an ex who asked you to iron his t-shirt?!?!!? WHacko!

Kate said...

Lordy. Apparently, we all did go through that.

I think all that whack-job exes were just so I would appreciate the perfectly lovely man I'm with now. No lying, hitting, biting, opening my mail, stealing things, cheating on me numerous times with numerous people, intentionally hurting me... (Do I sound bitter?0

It keeps things in perspective when he leaves his size 13 shoes (boats) in a place where I can trip on them and break my foot. On purpose, obviously. Or maybe to trip and kill me so he can collect the insurance. Oh right, not psycho like that. :)

Katherine said...

Wow, that was really good. I could so picture that one night in college when..wait a minute!

TTQ said...

Iron his t-shirts no..it was his socks.. just kidding. He did come to my townhouse and open the fridge door and left it open because he knew I was out without him

Eileen said...

Great descriptions.

Colorado Writer said...

Great writing. Maybe you should try YA???

Reminded me of some guy named Chris...college...1989 rings a bell.

So would not go back in time...

Desiree said...

So sad.

Drew Blackstone said...

What's an iron?

Good writing. You write for a living.

thethinker said...

That was very well written.

Cmommy said...

Wow. Powerful point--that last line!