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not (quite) myself
by Rachelle Howe
i don't feel
quite myself
tonight
(hearing the floorboards
scream at constant abuse
from six-sided assailants.)
lost
in the laughter, the blur
of an overhead fan and
paint climbing up
tri-colored pride.
snarling
teeth gnashed at words
of discouragement and lace...
show me where i am
(not the score)
in this superficial
(six-sided; snake eyed)
fray.
nothing can hurt
there is no pain
after all,
i don't feel
(quite myself)
tonight.
05/27/2002 Posted on 05/27/2002
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 09/19/03 at 03:04 PM "hearing the floorboards scream at constant abuse from six-sided assailants"...love that line...this is really good rachelle...very good... |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 10/05/03 at 04:37 PM i read you stepping out of yourself. Nicely accomplished... |
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