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Like a raw and bloody steak.
Her wounds, her feelings
exposed, so close to the surface.
The tears, the confessions.
I just want to wipe it away
make it go away.
She reminds me
that my problems haven't been resolved.
They are still here,
blanketed by silence,
by omission denied.
So it's guilt by association.
She is not so far behind me.
I'm not so far ahead.
Just hasn't yet learned
to cover up, hide, obscure
the hard feelings, the tough realities.
So while one of us pretends that everything's OK,
the other is real.
I know my pills are working,
I fit in like never before
to a country that demands
a smiley face
from each citizen.
For each vote,
a participatory obligatory mandatory smile.
11/19/09
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2010-01-23 at 10:41
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Like a raw and bloody steak.
Her wounds, her feelings
exposed, so close to the surface.
The tears, the confessions.
I just want to wipe it away
make it go away.
She reminds me
that my problems haven't been resolved.
They are still here,
blanketed by silence,
by omission denied.
So it's guilt by association.
She is not so far behind me.
I'm not so far ahead.
Just hasn't yet learned
to cover up, hide, obscure
the hard feelings, the tough realities.
So while one of us pretends that everything's OK,
the other is real.
I know my pills are working,
I fit in like never before
to a country that demands
a smiley face
from each citizen.
For each vote,
a participatory obligatory mandatory smile.
11/19/09
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 1108 times
Written on 2010-01-23 at 10:41
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