First date conversations

I didn’t cry at my father’s funeral,
but I cried at my own, 
seven years ago,
when the coffin was made out of skin 
and wore my name
like a price tag
that didn’t spell sacrifice.

You know, sometimes I feel like
a cheap version of myself
and sometimes
I feel like the moon is bursting
and I’m selfish enough
to keep it to myself.
Sometimes I wish
I spoke the language, too.
Moon, I mean.
I think she’d make a good lover.

You know, I had a lover once
who was fascinated by
the mourning in morning
and I’ve had a hard time
getting out of bed ever since.
See, I have always been bruising
and I am crying still,
but I burst for you, you,
you.

Reviews

[PhillipCalitz12]

love this!it is different , but i like it

[anne]

Thank you!!

[Chris]

sometimes we haven't the words ...but sometimes - another time - we do and we say them and mean them.

"Dealing" on the outside is often a mask til we understand the inside.

[anne]

I love that. You're right. It usually takes a lot longer to understand the inside.

[Ted Kniffen]

Nice poem Anne. The only thing I would consider changing would be the first two lines. Change both 'on' to 'at'

[anne]

Thank you so much!!

[Ted Kniffen]

You're welcome. Glad I could help