i live for the present
and right now you're too far away for me to touch
i'm too tired, my vibrator is too dead for me to pretend to be young again while you persuade me everything's okay
i'm too tired, i want too much comfort to watch something with you and look around the room wondering why i'm here
without you
you don't like the same 7 movies i like
normally that's okay
i have a wife who is never in sync with me
she doesn't confirm she'd never rape me unless i ask her to
all day
at my slice of Italy, tucked away in east Memphis
there are so many wonderful people
your age
who have made things they love and who are less complex than
you
always a puzzle that i can never solve right
they remind me of everything i love about people
they remind me of everything i still live for
there's a sincere connection between two people in person
something more vivid than any graphics
you make me want to seek inward again, where there is none of you to look at
i don't think you'll come this summer
too busy over kenny's house, doing what only chaos knows
the blackest the sky would be
when you fly for the first time
get pent up in a hotel
complain about the Hispanics down here
i'll lie about work to walk down to your Hilton
i don't want to think about the rest
because i don't think you'll come this summer
a part of me doesn't want you to
i live for the present
and right now you're too far away for me to touch
i'm too tired, my vibrator is too dead for me to pretend to be young again while you persuade me everything's okay
i'm too tired, i want too much comfort to watch something with you and look around the room wondering why i'm here
without you
you don't like the same 7 movies i like
normally that's okay
i have a wife who is never in sync with me
she doesn't confirm she'd never rape me unless i ask her to
all day
at my slice of Italy, tucked away in east Memphis
there are so many wonderful people
your age
who have made things they love and who are less complex than
you
always a puzzle that i can never solve right
they remind me of everything i love about people
they remind me of everything i still live for
there's a sincere connection between two people in person
something more vivid than any graphics
you make me want to seek inward again, where there is none of you to look at
i don't think you'll come this summer
too busy over kenny's house, doing what only chaos knows
the blackest the sky would be
when you fly for the first time
get pent up in a hotel
complain about the Hispanics down here
i'll lie about work to walk down to your Hilton
i don't want to think about the rest
because i don't think you'll come this summer
a part of me doesn't want you to
YOU ARE READING
An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
