![]() I Don't Do SadnessA Poem by Dana Alsamsam
I decided to write you a letter. A blase letter
About how happy I am. About how I smile all the time, I got my teeth whitened, and how I've been to France and Cambodia, and how My writings been published in the local magazine, and how I don't have to mow my own lawn anymore. I want to tell you that I am just SO f*****g happy, But the words escape me. Instead, I fold my happiness into pale pink roses, And tuck them into an envelope The way I tuck my pain into vanity drawers. I try not to fold the sadness in, you see, I don't do sadness anymore, but it drips From my fingers like the juice from a blood Orange, tainting the pale pink flowers. I try to fold a joke or two Into the flower, hand you a laugh at the least, But you did always say I have the sense of humor of a mortician. All I can manage is a pathetic crack At how fat the blonde b***h has gotten- The one we used to hate in high school. That throws a messy violet swatch Onto the ballet perfect roses. I seal the envelope with my tongue Thinking maybe you'll remember The braille of my taste buds... Gag at the glue taste, gag at the sticky thought. I discard the envelope into the mail A hodge-podge of roaring, splatter painted roses Scurrying about in the vain of my new happy, happy WITHOUT YOU life. I turn my shoulder away from the mailbox, And strut away because I'm trying to teach myself How to accept the splatter paint and stop noticing The pain.
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StatsAuthor![]() Dana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..Writing
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