Weekend Red

I hate when something hits against my collarbone
Reminds me I’ve been all alone, all along
It’s all me, all alone

I hate how bony I am
I fall whenever I stand
My hair never goes into place
Landed in the wrong race
I’ll eat pancakes in the silver room with you
And pop afternoon balloons
But I can see through you

I can’t find my other sleeve
So I follow you
My love threatens to swallow you
I don’t know much about nightvision
But my feline heart has made a decision
Carry me
Impale me
We’ll see how much you need

As tired as I am
I cannot sleep
Tomorrow I’ll think about you all day again
Feel empty with no knowledge hungry friends

Reviews

[willweb]

It is amazing to me that someone I do not know, wouldn't recognize if I fell over them can write something that so grabs me and shakes me and says...this is you, all the way you. Wow, how that happens is beyond me. This poem just did that...it knew my name, it knew my mind and it knew my shirt size. I don't know how many words my comment is by now but I am virtually speechless. Thank you for sharing this.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This review means so much to me. The feeling of that, like a writer or a singer you don’t know just wrote a song for you ABOUT you. It’s such an intense feeling that makes you feel seen and I’m so happy I could deliver that. Thanks so much for being such a wonderful reviewer who keeps swooping in and telling me stuff is good. I appreciate it endlessly. (: