they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

missing

the storm came
before we’d pitched the roof
and the
r
a
i
n
filled our shoes
until we sloshed around
desperately trying
to keep
things
dry.
but our toes had already pruned
and the water soon reached our knees —
a distress signal we chose to ignore.
our hands were still dry, after all,
and we could still do things
like cook
wash the walls
and smile.
but then,
the water rose
and we were neck deep.
but our eyes could still see
and our lips, they weren’t wet yet.
so we chose not to talk
about the suffocating rain
and about how hard it was to tread water
when floating
or drowning
seemed a better option.
and then, to the thunder soundtrack, the rain filled our mouths
pushing up and out —
burning our nostrils
mixing with tears and bits of old dinners
and birthday gifts
and place settings of expensive china
long forgotten and shattered —
teacups
silver-plated spoons
and that really nice tablecloth
the one that we never used
because dinner parties seemed inconvenient
beneath an open sky
that never
seemed to stop
raining.
and we held our breath
puffing our cheeks like blowfish
swimming through the kitchen
and over the couch
and next to that painting
and that photo
until we had to open the windows
just to breathe.

12 Comments:

  • At 7:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    lovely poem

     
  • At 6:46 AM, Anonymous rach said…

    love it. love it.

     
  • At 10:35 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    poem or cry for help

     
  • At 1:21 PM, Blogger Faith said…

    What is with the anonymous commenters that are all, "You need help, dude." It's a POEM. It's lovely. (All your poems are lovely, sista.)

     
  • At 6:40 PM, Anonymous pamjill said…

    love and prayers

     
  • At 10:08 PM, Blogger pipsylou said…

    poem, cry for help, what's the difference? poetry is usually an outlet for human emotion when nothing else works. and what's with the anonymous douche bag? seriously - if you're going to write something, have the balls to stand behind your lame-ass comment.

     
  • At 7:06 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    i still like it and i'm still posting anonymously! it's a great poem. one of your best!

     
  • At 4:55 PM, Blogger pipsylou said…

    Anonymous - I misunderstood. I thought you were a different person from the first anonymous and were insulting the poem. :) I'm a bit protective of our dear pensivegirl here. Can you tell? :)

     
  • At 5:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    pipsylou - it appears there's more than 1 "anonymous" posting...

     
  • At 9:47 PM, Anonymous anonymous douche bag said…

    this is all very interesting. why is recognizing a cry for help a negative? it doesn't mean i didn't like the poem...just concerned for the author. enlighten me.

     
  • At 6:07 PM, Blogger pipsylou said…

    I think if you were really concerned for the author, you wouldn't post anonymously. I've seen other lame comments on this blog and am thinking they have probably come from you, too. I'm all for dissenting opinions, just at least put your name behind it, that's all I'm sayin', yo.

     
  • At 7:13 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    this is the first time I've posted anonymously...guess I found out what kind of reaction I would get.

     

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