If all your friends are women,
You see every nail as painted.
Every empty hand as lonely.
Every drink a chance to flush the word No from my kidneys.
Wide-eyed and twitching for victims,
Your altruism rattles the door of my bathroom stall.
If all your friends are women,
You see every nail as painted.
Every empty hand as lonely.
Every drink a chance to flush the word No from my kidneys.
Wide-eyed and twitching for victims,
Your altruism rattles the door of my bathroom stall.
April 15th, 2012 at 9:02 pm
indeed! so true. i lurve this one.
April 21st, 2012 at 7:11 am
WOOO! Marian rules!!!
May 1st, 2012 at 10:56 am
This is really dramatic, true, and interesting.
June 10th, 2012 at 1:39 am
Thanks!
July 21st, 2012 at 7:37 pm
Loved the first 4 lines. The last two left me puzzled, but I enjoyed them nonetheless. Wonderful poem.
July 29th, 2012 at 5:16 pm
Hmm I guess they were meant to imply an irrational sense of panic in response to a calculated but misplaced act of benevolence? I don’t know what I’m writing about Jan, you know that already.