i want to lie in a sea of rust
and watch you change
those were the words you left on the counter
next to the cat food and two bananas gone too far ripe
the kind just waiting for someone to make an effort
but that takes foresight and a dash of clarity and instead
you wrote a sentence on a red-stained slip of paper
more resignation than wish
or at least
acceptance
already i know what my answer will be
but i like the look of empty space
the box of possibility left unlined
in the corner of a kitchen meant for tea
and forgotten pots boiling over
in the corner i write corrosion
in pencil small enough
to be practically invisible
just before i flip the page to map out another list
half-filled with crisp greens and purple edges
in the shapes we’ll throw away
January 20th, 2015 at 10:39 am
Gorgeous–and so poignant–the small slip of paper–how we treat our loves and lives sometimes
January 20th, 2015 at 12:52 pm
dang…that second and third lines…about the over ripe bananas just waiting…very evocative….lots of little elements that really build this, like the pot forgotten boiling over….solid piece…
January 20th, 2015 at 7:11 pm
Listen to the imagery.