awake again

guilt. paranoia. all that jazz.

you left the window open again last night

and the dew drifted into the bedroom

settled on the blankets and inside your books

and between your eyelashes

so when you wake you see the morning as

the grass does--

milky and true and complete.

 

you turn onto your side

and gaze at a sleeping husband

tears breathing and pulsing from beneath his eyelids

is it the dew? is that even a possibility?

have you recorded observations in a notebook and

stuck the pages onto a mirror?

 

have you ever slept alone?

 

a siren filters through the bugscreen

tires screech, mothers curse

could it be your children? hurt? dead?

why are you so concerned?

the little ones are running naked in the sprinkler

for the most part they are fine but

they dream of music some nights

and hear the fights through splintered rotten doors.

 

across the street now

a man, your neighbor, your lover

is mowing his lawn shirtless in the glass dawn

could he be the one?

an obvious question, that.

the reflections of the clouds ripple

in the sweat across his shoulders--

if only you had a similar confidence.

 

your lover gives a wink

and turns his back on the clouds and

you.

Author's Note

Love, and its complications.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

oh my goodness~the nuances are gripping in their subtle presentation~each image a snapshot straight from the mind meanderings of us~ the poem also has an extraordinarily intimate feel~nothing is ever really ordinary in the way of the world~ it all depends on perception~ you have proven that here isnisde this brilliant foray through singular musings~ those last three lines are killer sharp~

[Kenneth The Poet]

Excellent minimalist attempt at heartache and cheating.

[Emily B]

i love this song