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in hiding/ transparencies
by Lauren Singertoday,
perhaps,
i am nothing but
a vehement lizard
catching flies.
i dreamt of you
in orange, covered with snow.
you promised me things,
and i forgot them.
i woke up with a boy digging my finger-nails
into his sweaty palms,
i looked over at him and he was sleeping.
(he reminded me of you, but i kept my distance.)
i hate it when the world
feels as if it's nothing
but ice cold truth under blanket statements.
takes so much time to thaw.
01/05/2006 Posted on 01/05/2006
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elle O'Connor on 01/05/06 at 11:08 PM uhh, it was supposed to be dreamlike, yes? "Ice cold truth under blanket statements!" BABY! |
| Posted by Carolyn Coville on 01/19/06 at 04:51 AM i love how everything (the stanzas, title) all tie in together. one of those poems i can read over and over again and find something new each time! |
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