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Nicer to Sarah

I haven't been that nice to Sarah
She's me in ten years time
Maybe even less
I parked right next to her

And smiled to her through the two windows
She's not nearly as underneath
As she may seem
I think she even sees me

And I get to go out with a
Trafficker
A scoundrel who will kill me
In his supreme car

And she gets to live on
Happily
With her chips on a Friday night
And her beloved novels

And I get to pretend I'm normal
Drink white tea
With two lumps of sugar
Become a generic misfit

And love the soil I'm in.

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  • janejainejayne gold member
    April 20, 2008

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    Pondering!

    Dear Anthony,
    I pondered this one...
    That life is all about and the journey...
    It doesn't matter what we think...
    I try to surrender but it is hard...
    Your words touched some Tennessee Williams place
    in my heart! Jane


  • Perception
    April 19, 2008

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    I like this story...ish poem. I like how you penned it, very creatively descriptive. I mean it was descriptive, but you very creatively described what you did. Wonderfully

    This is really deep, and it really shows vividly before your eyes. And the overall meaning... it comes together in the last line... Is wonderful - well sad, but you really drew it together.

    Wonderful poem.
    Thank you for sharing