Key lime pie deeds

When unhealthy relationships end

Lately it seems I am surrounded by broken motorcycle promises
and extinguished birthday candles, ski slopes made of smoke,
(like the smoke of your handgun I once aimed at myself) 
Like I am peeling layer
upon layer of wallpaper off of the walls of some abandoned house
or washing a dish that keeps dirtying itself,
Like I'm busy remaking the bed, tucking infinite corners 
(as the bed is a cloud)

I used to believe in your plastic bag schemes
and your key lime pie deeds,
but lately it seems like the coffee won't brew
Like we're all out of butane
Like the grass is all dying
Like I have a flat tire
Like the trees are uprooted
Like the glass is half empty (and cracked, at the bottom)

And lately I hear only the wings of a helicopter
And the sharp sniffs of straws over powder
And the voice in my head (that sounds just like you)
Reminding me 
that I need to eat breakfast
And the strictness of business
And the importance of shoes.

But now I believe in nicotine dreams
And purposefully doing the things that would frighten you, 
Because, after all, you are not the best company 
(remember how your breathing would drown out the television?)

Reviews

[Emily B]

I was invited here by a wonderful poet and I came knowing the read would be worth the travel. Looking forward to reading more from you.

[Olivia]

i really enjoyed this piece, it's beautiful and intelligent

[W.k.kortas]

The use of repetition is judicious and well-executed, and the language and imagery (e.g., "paper bag schemes", "key lime pie deeds") are a goodly lot better than the norm. This is awfully fine writing. As an aside, you had me at the Myers-Briggs.