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there's a tornado that lives inside his pants.
by Olivia Weinkeinhe's slipping
and i'm guilty and
nothing
he says to me
will ever make sense.
he's sleeping
and i'm remembering and
the hand i shake loose from was
never
the hand that held me down.
he's thinking
and i'm lying and
when i say enough is enough
i don't mean
anything
really.
but he's waiting
and i'm twisting and
every time he falls in love
with me again i can only
fall
down.
04/17/2004 Posted on 04/17/2004
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 04/17/04 at 09:28 PM There's such a rhythm I hear to this, or am I crazy, that it could be a song. Good take on the moments after, and the observations and questions that stay in a woman's mind sometimes while the guy sleeps it off. (*hope that's not sexist, he he). |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/11/08 at 07:33 PM interesting title for this poem. you're a great writer, olivia. i wanted to say something more specific, but everything i had just boiled down to the fact that you're a great writer. that's all there is. |
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