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short on rent
by Rachelle Howe
your body has been
subleased and i
i am filling the holes.
i've been painting portraits
of your hips and thighs for hours
randomly
on the walls and ceiling
of my one-bedroom, and i
i wish you were here.
you've been bent
crawling inside my ribcage
after i swallowed you, a bird, kept.
you could fly, but you'd rip me
from the inside out and i
i am not looking forward to those wounds.
but tonight, with the guitar strings of my spine,
i've been painting you, in the music and
against my tongue.
09/29/2003 Author's Note: inspired by Sarah Allard (if you haven't checked out her stuff, do. she owns.), Laura, and Melissa Ferrick.
Posted on 09/29/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 09/30/03 at 12:22 AM Oh, lovely. Such desirous, personal language. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 09/30/03 at 03:33 AM "but tonight, with the guitar strings of my spine,
i've been painting you, in the music and
against my tongue"...god that's beautiful...shakes me to my very core...lovely darling, lovely...
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| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/30/03 at 10:17 PM An excellent verse... the imagery and voice are very unique and one that has the eerie resonance of longing. Great read. |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 10/01/03 at 01:28 AM "i've been painting portraits
of your hips and thighs for hours
randomly
on the walls and ceiling
of my one-bedroom, and i
i wish you were here."
i've done that so many times. my hunnie lives 45 minutes from me and i see him maybe 2 days out of the week. all i do is write poetry about him or visualize his beautiful body. ooooo, intriguing write. |
| Posted by Aaron Blair on 10/01/03 at 07:18 PM Nice metahpors. |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/07/03 at 09:46 AM Your imagery and the phrases you've used in here are amazing. It very much conveys the emotions inspired by beauty. |
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