We Are Selfish Girls

We Are Selfish Girls

A Poem by Kaela Craven

 

 

I strain my eyes to watch you

Without turning my head.

We are selfish girls

Big-breasted and sleepy

Razor and needle girls

Lighting candles in the morning

Burning incense in the kitchen

Dramatic versions of ourselves

Always wanting something better

Supporting habits

With zucchini bread

And cinema

On those days when the sun is hiding.

I let you talk down to me.

Too needy for each other

We place our fingertips on burners

To distract from the aching

You forget to call me back

So I call an old friend.

Seeking solace in black holes

We are selfish girls

© 2014 Kaela Craven


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What strong words to interpret decay..its too much ugliness you just cant cover..
I strain to watch you without turning,selfish girls big breasted and sleepy
lighting candles in mornings burning incense in the kitchen,so greedy and dramatic
when the sun is hiding I let you talk down to me too needy for you and me
you forget to call me back so I call an old friend seeking solace in black
how deep those words are..I really had to shut my mind to open on yours
these are lovely so realistic words..I dont blame you..everything is strange
lovely write

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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What strong words to interpret decay..its too much ugliness you just cant cover..
I strain to watch you without turning,selfish girls big breasted and sleepy
lighting candles in mornings burning incense in the kitchen,so greedy and dramatic
when the sun is hiding I let you talk down to me too needy for you and me
you forget to call me back so I call an old friend seeking solace in black
how deep those words are..I really had to shut my mind to open on yours
these are lovely so realistic words..I dont blame you..everything is strange
lovely write

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautifully written. Full of a voice that demands to be heard. And a pair of eyes that see through everything down to their cores. Well done. I'm glad I checked this out -- which is something I never do.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Grim but meaingful

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Kaela Craven
Kaela Craven

Tucson, AZ



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