Here's a new poem. Sorry to anyone who follows me...I haven't been on here because in the past month my grandmother passed and I've been absolutely broken about it. Hopefully out of sorrow can come creativity. This is a poem I wrote yesterday.
Biding Time
Killing ants with ashes,
blowing gray curls of paper
onto the cinnamon bricks…
This is how I bide my time.
Dismembering stubborn weeds,
watching their milk unfold
between my thorned fingertips…
This is how I bide my time.
Shredding paper napkins,
making squares out of the remnants
across the faux oak diner table…
This is how I bide my time.
Stabbing wooden desks,
etching words with staple edges
brushing away the finish crumbles…
This is how I bide my time.
Murdering the gray face,
scooping out the dead eyes
and cutting the parchment lips.
This face is not my own…
This is why I bide my time.
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