lost dorothyA Poem by Kayla Millerwhat do you say?
sitting on my dirty bed, side by side, she is looking at her hands and picking at holes in her jeans and sobbing. she is wearing that black and white striped sweater that falls off her shoulders, no bra, and her hair is a glorious wreck. and she is sobbing, what a picture i just stare “I just want to break s**t, set s**t on fire.” i know she means break herself, set herself on fire her doe eyes, doll eyes, look up at me so glossy and her mouth is open, there is a string of saliva stretched between her upper set and lower set of teeth but she is so pretty. she runs her tongue between her teeth as if she is reading my mind “I am ready to go home now, I haven't found myself, I've lost myself here” and she chokes, like she knows there is no such place, lost dorothy and now i picture her in white flowy gauze for a dress and white high heels walking clumsily through a graveyard, pale and walking, this is how i see her right now beat happening plays in the background, “when i saw you” repeats over and over, over and over, i swear i see her little lips say “crimson and clover” really she says “I am so... so over... over this” i want to hug her, pat her hair down, touch her knuckles, something, anything, but i know she would cringe but what do i know she's the only one who knows she gets it
“I just don't get it”
back and forth, paddle-ball, what do you say to a game of paddle-ball © 2008 Kayla Miller |
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Added on March 20, 2008 AuthorKayla MillerOakland, CAAboutNostalgia as resistance. My name is Kayla. My eyes are blue. Currently working on compiling a collection of prose for publication... working title: "The Life Effect." (Sorry, Stars, the title just.. more.. |