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just a glimpse
by Olivia Weinkein3pm
i've just finished my 6th cigarette today,
play with the idea of stretching but
cross my legs instead.
all morning, rain. the smell of it lingers.
i can even pick up the scent of it on
my fingertips, and i wonder how it got
there.
hot tea, 2 sugars and it burns going down
but not good enough. no permanent damage.
all is well, all is good, all is as it should be.
my dogs are sleeping in another room but
i can feel their presence. it is the same pulsing
vibration as though someone is looking over your
shoulder. i can feel them and they are love.
i sit in a chair that is no longer comfortable, stopped
being so three hours ago. but still i sit and search
for words that refuse to come. everything is too sleepy
while i am wide awake. this equation doesn't work for me
so quietly,
i switch legs.
09/14/2004 Posted on 09/15/2004
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/03/06 at 08:03 PM Very subtle thoughts and language. The crossing legs... a perfect frame. Surprising juxtopositions (equations). I laughed at the scent of rain on cigarette smoking fingertips. The delicate, familiar physical sensations, the sense of someone in the room, looking over your shoulder, the presence of love...
all accurate, and played out well, as if in a small intimate drama! |
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