Trinidad by Kitty NessI've shut out the sound
from my room with the glass elephant
on the windowsill, stitting atop Didion
and two bars of cocoa soap
I didn't like hearing the moths
hit the screen, and besides,
when one falls asleep to the sounds of waves
one inevitably dreams of the ocean
which is too scary for me
Tonight I'm depressed from reading
Fitzgerald and Joyce
in the sunshine on a cliff above the Pacific
but it's a lazy and precious depression
that feels good in the summertime
I'm not at home, but I never am
And I tell myself that it's okay to love
the bark of a sea lion
the words of women
the cleanliness of men
And the startling sea 07/22/2006 Posted on 07/27/2006 Copyright © 2025 Kitty Ness
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Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/21/06 at 03:46 AM Kitty, I love this! It's the kind of poem that pulls in sensory experiences from everywhere, plus being a mental meandering with the independent feeling of "I am my own person, love me like I am or leave me alone." ;-)
~Chelle~ |
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