i don't sleep anymore.
just sit in the kitchen making coffee that nobody drinks.
you come and go, pretend i don't exist, like dirty dishes in the sink or the smell of dead rat that permeates floors. the house feels crowded. there's a travelling circus that sleeps on the (once) white ikea couch, geometric pattern area rug, even on the twelve inch sill.
cotton blue curtains
twinings tea bags
a dog eared book
mozart mornings
parsley for aglio olio
now, our grocery list just says anything with msg
and plastic spoons.
the real ones are all twisted.
Author notes
prompt: option 2; titles
A contest entry
- You Choose - No Rules by Dalaney.
1200 points, ended December 6, 2008, 23 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow wow wow.
Where do all of these ideas come from?
I would love to climb into your head for fun some day.. would you mind?
Congrats on the Honourable Mention.
:]
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I love the title! And this part:
"cotton blue curtains
twinings tea bags
a dog eared book
mozart mornings
parsley for aglio olio"
You never cease to amaze me, my friend
Congrats on the HM
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Bravo! I adore this for it's powerful punch -
damn, the ending is killer! Thank you sooo
much for your entry. Love, Lane -
that last line is just awesome...
the rest is too.
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Excellent.
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Tight and filled with stunning imagery!
All the best. Love it
gaylene
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i don't sleep anymore either, but you know that.
this is great.
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