when you aren’t here
By Giania • Jul 20th, 2010 at 11:01 pm • Category: Literature| Hot: |  |  | | | |
when you aren’t here
I steal all the pillows and fart like a pack mule
I cling desperately to the fragile skin of my #FirstWorldProblems
or else run sighing into the arms of deep, dark thoughts
when I don’t hear from you
the Furies take wing
and wrap piano wire a million times around my tender breast
tugging gently through the seconds
just enough to make it pink with the capillary blood
yearning to escape and heal the anticipated wound
I like it better when you’re here
but sometimes I like it even more when you’re not
when the chickadee in your dear heart’s cage
becomes something unheimlich and there’s nothing I can do
I haven’t got the words
to ease this hylozoist creation that lives behind your eyes
at their most haunted
The most I can do is let you breathe free
in an elsewhere place that isn’t full of awkward familial snares
keep myself busy
and try to remind myself to say I don’t mind
(but I really do)
