RinkA Poem by Daniel DunlapWhat happens when you slip.
It smells like
nothing. No matter how thick
the cloud is, It’s odorless, And rests still in
the air As if on clear legs. Two transparent
rectangles, About the size of
tooth enamels Lay in a broken V on
the TV stand. Months ago, You started drinking and put on a gut. Your loneliness was composed of mass. It made you heavier. You tried finding friends on Craigslist. Eventually, you met a man Who’d placed a personal ad for “Ice Skating.” You didn’t catch the lingo, And were frosted first with panic When he removed a crystal From the smallest pocket of his jeans. As terrified as you were, He had an honest voice That had a way of twirling you, Completely at his will, about him. You believed he really could make you Thinner. Not long afterward, I began finding the clouds. First, there was one staring at me from above the toilet, When I used the bathroom after you. Then they got more confident. They started appearing in the living room and the kitchen. I even found one in your car. You’d already warmed up to them After your date with the skate fiend. You were never frosted again, And you glided listlessly Where it once took too much energy to move. You were practically light enough To hover. But the clouds have made our apartment heavy. But your teeth are losing weight and blackened. But you missed the last three gas payments For ice, And I’m freezing to f*****g death. © 2015 Daniel Dunlap |
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Added on February 28, 2015 Last Updated on February 28, 2015 AuthorDaniel DunlapTulsa, OKAboutI'm 21. I'm a college student and a poet. I'm going to teach English in Japan in a couple years. more..Writing
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