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On Good Weekends And Bad Mondays
by Amy Wustrinnothing's worse than coming down.
the shore of this weekend is being crashed upon
and eroded away by estrogen waves. there to remind me
what a good girl i've been, despite the alcohol, the pot,
and that drummer sleeping next to me.
to remind me i'm an excitable, weepy, anxious mess
of insecurity, yearning, and fear.
Too unstable for this crush, this lusting,
this amazment that you leave me in.
too enchanted to fight it.
just you wait one day, one day, one day
when you've got me and i'm comfortable in my own skin.
just you wait one day, one day, one day
i'll take you by storm.
taller than Jesus, and almost as kind.
if only youd let me at those lips, those eyes, my hands in that hair.
just let me get close enough,
you wont have to show me the way.
i've been mapping my course for weeks.
just let the tides pass,
let another weekend find us sleeping so close.
i'll show you what a good girl i can be. 06/06/2004 Posted on 06/06/2004
Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/06/04 at 11:13 AM Great poem; evocative, mesmorizing. Vibrating with honesty and spirit. Structurally, I really like the use of one lines throughout, and so I'd drop the second line: just let me get close enough, as it's clearly implied in the preceeding line. I especially like this part: taller than Jesus, and almost as kind. Kudos for the great read!
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