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a fool in hiding

by Lauren Singer

like a neckless swan you sit
sort of cockneyed. shifted.

ihatetuesdays.

look at her, holding you
to her chest. cradling your side,
standing behind you.

i never knew you to like puppies.
clingy beasts large calfs.
who said i was spiteful?

how dare you accuse me
of loving you.
you said it first.
i only obliged.
it was polite.


there is a spider
that has been living in the corner
of your room and every time i see him
spindle out of the crack in your wall
i think he must be better company
that you and your frenzies
of misadventures.

there is no hiding
from the grimness of a dirty deed.
the lonesome garments
littering doorways.
someone is always laughing.
i am always insecure.

there is a graphite pencil
staining the space between my
pointer and my thumb
and it writes hard
for causes lost and
open wounds.

you're still gone,
and i'm still searching.

ihatetuesdays.

they are futile.
besides, you
loved me on a thursday.

10/17/2006

Posted on 10/18/2006
Copyright © 2022 Lauren Singer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/13/07 at 02:47 PM

Strong imagery, strong feelings, "sour grapes"?

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