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the function of important organs
by Emily Davidsoni said it in an exhale
and it was under my breath
but i said it:
oh god,
i love him.
and i don't think my brain, my heart
or any of my other important organs
know what they're talking about
but the words came out just the same.
and when he comes to me, i'll say
watch me, boy
watch me pour my heart into a drinking glass
and i'll watch you, boy
watch you decide whether to have a sip
or pour it down the drain 01/05/2004 Posted on 01/06/2004
Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jane E Pearce on 01/06/04 at 03:48 AM Emily what a great poem. We all have our doubts at times. |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 04/21/05 at 08:36 PM the first stanza is beyond beautiful in its description. amazing overall. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/10/11 at 09:51 PM wow! congrats on potd! i guess in the line of things i was always "the boy" in such scenarios... excellent capture! |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/11/11 at 12:40 AM I know this feeling. Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 11/11/11 at 08:37 PM I want to hear what she says to him, but I hear silence and her eyes are screaming the Fire Sermon. Your speaker makes the trivial glass of any substance more than it appears. If you are pouring the drink, be sure to make it what he likes. |
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