|
with people near, I write more
by Ava Blu
you should see their clothes, faces, hands
the frozen dinners
sticking to their cheeks
the boiled eggs
with the unborn chicks
screaming diet into the air
I recognize some of these drones
from other jobs, school,
perhaps a past life
it doesnt matter;
they pretend to not know me,
the same way I turn away
from my own reflection
(it makes things simpler)
no one takes the time to inhale
their surroundings;
too busy exhaling gossip
I would use their hands
to wipe my nose,
if I thought it could make them shut up
for a mere minute, but
tomorrow I will bring a book
and ignore their clatter.
08/16/2005 Author's Note: too random and i need a different title...
Posted on 08/17/2005
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| 