#26
An almost happened
happens too often
for me to be comfortable.
You don't need to mail me
rejection slips anymore
I have quite enough
they give them out for free
on the streets these days
in cafes, in the backseats of cars.
Wedged in between work
and sleep
I find you in that hour.
Do you find me there too?
He tells me I'm unique
and I feel like some rare butterfly
afraid of the net's shadow
so afraid of being caught
pinned and placed in a shadow box
overlooking his basement workspace
never to fly again.
I stagger out into the road
punch-drunk, by love and loss
too unsteady to care again
to open up my heart
set it on the sidewalk
and beg for coins.
April 27, 2008
© 2008 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2008-04-28 at 09:02
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Bachelor #2
An almost happened
happens too often
for me to be comfortable.
You don't need to mail me
rejection slips anymore
I have quite enough
they give them out for free
on the streets these days
in cafes, in the backseats of cars.
Wedged in between work
and sleep
I find you in that hour.
Do you find me there too?
He tells me I'm unique
and I feel like some rare butterfly
afraid of the net's shadow
so afraid of being caught
pinned and placed in a shadow box
overlooking his basement workspace
never to fly again.
I stagger out into the road
punch-drunk, by love and loss
too unsteady to care again
to open up my heart
set it on the sidewalk
and beg for coins.
April 27, 2008
© 2008 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 646 times
Written on 2008-04-28 at 09:02
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