morningA Poem by reilly ann conway
morning makes me stay under, under what i’m unsure, but definitely under it all and not over anything that’s happened years ago or even yesterday or even now. sudden violent as a sneeze the ceiling rushes down and stops just before it smothers me. the pattern of the paint maps out my insides: rough, random, decrepit.
i pinch my eyes shut and plead the fifth, but there is no justice in my bedroom. sounds wake up beyond my shut door, perform their routine, remind me i have one, too. in my mind i hit rewind and pretend it’s before, before i knew. like the pulp that’s left round the rim of my glass there’s always these leftovers. They’re rotting, rank like Chinese food left over night in my car. entrance echo techno no, not really. Why this white space? to force it on me you all do. the leaves are hazel because that means everything and they alone know the sun like i do on my tongue dancing at a million miles per fantastic rate of time (.) program not responding, file not found, i lost that thread can’t thread that needle f**k i can’t even sew so what kind (the words here were deleted) i open my eyes i see hands swapping sweat money for meat blood profit. i see blind white marshmallows bloating like when you put them in the microwave and zap i see, s**t i feel this sticky sugarcoated toxic waste in my hair and my face and my life and you know what? i don’t like marshmallows, not even in my hot chocolate. © 2010 reilly ann conwayReviews
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1 Review Added on November 10, 2010 Last Updated on November 10, 2010 Authorreilly ann conwaySterling, AKAboutBA in English from Colorado State University 2005 Currently in between jobs and lives, living in rural Alaska with my beautiful babygirl, Zoe Elizabeth more..Writing
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