the heater was lost
again for the daily
blink of god
i gave you the covers
because you loved
having something
keeping you warm
that wasn’t me
yet here we slept
alarm-lit faces
casting long looks
at our walls
and afraid to budge
to say “i’m sorry”
and
“let's just fuck, okay?”
my thrice-broken
headphones on the
carpet, the cord trapped
under a chair’s half-
cracked leg
your purse vomit
staining the floor fibers
christ
our room was
a goddamn mess
Author notes
Don't worry, this isn't meant to be "bowl" poetry. Just a quick slice of a life that may or may not be mine.
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so that was you looking through our curtains the other night!
This is great
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Hey, you left 'em open!
How ya been?
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holy cow. This is why I love you
You write so bloody well. This is clean, fresh, stark and beautiful. I have nothing more to say. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for this quality piece. You never disappoint me. LOVE the 'ah ha' moment. and how you make a world out of that messy room To the finalists for you Dark Knight
~Meg
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hi this is cat bat
these poems are the best one so far i like fibers
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hahahahaha
omg
have you SEEN my room?!
Ok, there is no vomit, but you have managed to get a snapshot of one of the mundane things that amounts to SO much at some point in any relationship ..environment.
I love what you did here..
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lol Actually, this is what I would consider "bowl" poetry, but "bowl" poetry as it SHOULD be written, with life in the words and scene. I loved the purse vomit line. and "alarm-lit faces" is absolutely brilliant. Those are the kinds of lines that keep me coming back to this contest for more punishment
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