GRAHAM CRACK ME

tonight

my eyes are cloudy
there is a layer of fog where i need to be seeing clear
and tonight
i am in my kitchen
up way too late
eating graham crackers in the dark
in a tank top and underware
the crumbs they fall
fall to the floor
fall on the table
fall into the folds of my shirt
and i do not care
as the white moonlight casts itself upon my calf
which is propped up on the chair beside me
wasted
i feel wasted of energy
in a place where revival is so desperately needed
i eat another graham cracker
leave the empty box on the counter
because the garbage is too full to stuff one more item inside
i sit back down to stare up at the moon
but it's so heavy
my head is so extremely heavy
i lay it on the table
the crumbs of cracker scratch and sink into my cheek
but i don't move
my arms they hang at my sides
the breeze blows through my open kitchen windows
and i remember
that in the back family room of our house stands our 5 foot christmas tree
with white lights,
weighed down with homemade ornaments
ones painted with cheap acrylics we bought 4 years ago
and it's perfect
but these graham cracker crumbs are starting to really bother my skin
up
i must
get up
wipe the food from face
sweep it out of my unwashed unbrushed hair
and walk myself to sleep
i'm all cracked up
like the graham crackers that i eat in the dark
at midnight
i forgot what happened today
i forget what's coming next
i forget where i left my head
everything's got crumbs but everything's not crumbling
i slither myself into bed
in a room where i've left too many lights on for slumber
even so
my eyelids
they nail themselves together.
goodnight white moon.
goodnight tuesday december 11th 2007.
i am still whole.

Reviews

[Monners]

i absolutely love this. the imagery is great, i could picture it quite clearly. something i might do/think myself, so maybe thats why i like this so much. =)

[Courtney]

tons of emotion and i can picture myself doing all of these things. great imagery! i love the things you did with the graham cracker. great title also.

[Brette Medb]

This was really different but I liked it just the same. I know the feeling of not knowing how to move or why you should and the constant heaviness. The moon was a nice touch too it made the poem come alive with the breeze that blew in. Great write with a lot of emotion.'


Brette