You came knocking on my door asking for sugar
I knew it was just an excuse for you to talk to me
Because there is a Dilions like 3 blocks away from my house
When you first asked me for sugar I stuttered the words "yes" as if my tongue could not handle the lie I just told you
You asked to come in
And I said yes
I couldn't leave you standing by my door waiting for nonexisting sugar
The least I could do was keep you company until you went to the store and bought sugar for yourself
But you never did
Every day you came knocking on my door
Every time I tried to shut you out you broke my door down
And asked for sugar that I just could not give you
Because I ran out of sugar a long time ago
I had given my sugar to my brother and sister when they needed it most
But you took your hands and slid them down my back into my pants
And I'm not sure if we were talking about the same sugar anymore
You got the sugar you lusted for
All I got was salt
Now please leave
And shut the door on your way out
YOU ARE READING
A Spark Of Hope
PoetryTHE GESTURE: By George Oppen The question is: how does one hold an apple Who likes apples And how does one handle Filth? The question is How does one hold something In the mind which he intends To grasp and how does the salesman Hold a bauble he int...
