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drenched in cigarette smoke

by Olivia Weinkein

the fish you bought me for my birthday
(or so you say although my birthday is weeks
away)
refuses to eat
and the pumpkin you
brought me because i was feeling nostalgic
and couldn't stop talking about what it would
feel like to carve one is already
caving in.

and every time he's here i become all
headache-and-nervousness because i cannot
smoke in his presence because he doesn't
and i have respect for him.

and i told myself i could do this. i could
accept your gifts knowing full well they are
only meant to misguide me into believing
we are something more than i can lay a
finger on. they are only a distraction to
keep him (or anyone else) from getting in the
way in case you ever decide i'm good enough
to love.

you want to keep me keeping still, hanging on
to "what if" forever. you fancy yourself quite clever.

but did you know he touches me on purpose because
he likes the way i feel. did you know he tells me
what he honestly thinks and not just what i want to
hear. he sees me as something more than a friend
and i have respect for him.

but really all of this is so very unnecessary because
you know i will be here for all of the tomorrows to come
when you make your daily call to me to make sure that
he (or anyone else) is gone.

i
will
be
here

just me and the fish you bought me that refuses
to eat and the pumpkin you brought me thats
already caving in because this is who i am, this is
what i do and i have far too much love for you

not to.

10/22/2003

Author's Note: it's not so bad really. i have faith that this fish will eventually start eating. :)

Posted on 10/22/2003
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Leah Laiben on 10/22/03 at 03:50 PM

funny how what we think is 'perfect' has so many imperfections, huh...its the thought that counts...so don't count the thoughts, baby...posk

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/23/03 at 06:15 PM

I like the subtle but clear cut honesty of this poem. A colorful combination of positive and negative.

Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 10/27/03 at 12:08 AM

i really like this. i just don't know what else to say

Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/29/03 at 07:10 PM

A hope, a dream, a pumpkin, and a fish. Fantastic meshing of unique imagery that still gives coherent and powerful insight. Exquisite!

Posted by Lauren Singer on 11/18/05 at 09:38 PM

oh jeez. do i ever sympathize with this one. ho hum.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/07/08 at 08:36 PM

this is RIDICULOUSLY my heart in (blue) and white. my god, how did you know?

ugh, i'm just waiting for the second 'he' who does want to touch my skin. because i'm still (shh) really hung up on the first 'he.' and what a selfish male he is.

thanks olivia. this means a lot.

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 07/11/08 at 11:00 AM

Really a most powerful piece. A worthy POTD. Congratulations.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/11/08 at 03:35 PM

it goes without saying that i voted this for POTD. and i'm satisfied knowing it made it ;)

you deserve it after writing this one. sheesh.

Posted by Alisa Js on 07/12/08 at 02:40 AM

very well written. full of honesty and reality! aloha ...;-)

Posted by Julie Adams on 07/13/08 at 08:24 PM

I love the honesty captured in this piece, it is so open and accepting, and the imagery and the repetition really build upon that honest foundation...a brave and profound piece which I truly admire :) kudos, and congrats on being in the top rated list this week :) peace jewels

Posted by James Zealy on 07/14/08 at 06:15 PM

Poignant sad and hopeful all at once. Does the heart cave as the pumpkin? When the fish eats is there yet hope?

Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/16/08 at 06:17 PM

I sit here trying not to say something nasty about this one who leaves not the heart for this lovely one who seems so patient and open. May you swim in and weave your lines upon us and wait not.

Posted by Jolie Jordan on 07/19/08 at 11:38 AM

Very good, but very :\ at the same time. <3

Posted by Jolie Jordan on 05/09/11 at 07:33 AM

Found randomly, and I've already been here but I enjoyed it again.

Posted by Rob Littler on 02/15/16 at 08:28 PM

my eyes are blinking like strobe lights at the end of this, quivering lids fluttering with knowing that depth of acceptance of soul, and the fruits therein, though sometimes rotting, are nonetheless worth the nostalgia to make them so.

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