Saturday, December 17, 2011

We look at you

I saw your craigslist ad,
I nearly cried, 39 years
old and no one left to watch tv,
looking for someone 30-40
to hang out with at their home,
or someone elses home, a home
you don't know, haven't known,
they've lived all their lives without you,
you starting over at 40, on the internet
looking like this, typing this and leaving
it for us to find, and we look at you
unable to understand what makes
someone do this, on white screens
with black type, and it's like
every lie we tell ourselves about
life before bed were washed away,
leaving nothing but the truth we pretend
isn't there

7 comments:

  1. So sad. Too bad we have to face the truth at some point.

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  2. great imagery.

    Thanks for sharing.

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  3. myth is cool in poetry.
    your story is very lovely.

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  4. I like the narrative of your writing, not the kind of poem I could start reading and not finish. Insightful and raw and interesting... expressive too... Made me ponder that's for sure. :] xx

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