But ice cream and cake is for wimps
anyway, you think as your lungs
quickly grasp for air between intermittent
sobs of disappointment and shots of tequila.
Here, in this dank room dimly lit by tinted
China lamps, no one knows or cares how many candles
you would have blown out and inevitably spit on.
You quickly scan the room with tired eyes,
yet only wrinkled crows feet meet your gaze,
silently scrutinizing the dirt underneath your
calloused fingers like a mother glares
at her child’s grass stains and sighs to herself,
wishing for bows and barbies
instead of baseball bats and bug collections.
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Does the poem seem finished? I was a bit rushed for time when writing.
Comments
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Uhhh different, well discribed and ag good read!
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Thanks! What is it different from, and how is it different?
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