It is quiet in the morning.
I am female-bodied.
Last night’s air is still
inside the trees.
A loud clap of thunder
from earlier this month
is stuck in the window.
I dress myself with
a large paper bag
and go outside in the wind.
Nothing happens.
I shudder
and break into pieces
but nothing happens.
You come out and find me
alone in the grass
covered in a purple rash.
You call me lacking
and kiss me with the words
that erase me from existence.
Everything I’ve done
comes from a place of dying.
What are the words that erase her from existence? What does it mean to be called lacking? Kiss is usually a sign of affection but here it erases.
ReplyDeleteNothing happens. That is a great two word sentence and puts a lot of emphasis on the expectations and lack of reactions.
The ending is in past tense after the entire poem was in the present.
Wanting to be seen; purposeful exposure with no return but dismissal (sp?).
ReplyDeleteThere is so much noise in this poem- such a beautiful way to describe emotions. They really are NOISY.