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"Cristy is/Cristy does"
by Cristy M.
The girl builds her mattress fortress
and sketches fort-lines on the sidewalk
as her front door. From behind,
an aching of her breasts
her head cluttered with rampant thoughts
lost in terrors of a tree frog or a
lampshade--every room a coffin,
every door a boulder blocks her
from escaping with out.
Sitting on a window ledge, this girl is.
Smoking on the rooftop, this girl is.
Sending letters and receiving
so long as they don't see her face.
She is on ridges of ledges
making cups of tea and lacking of a
company to share it. Jigsaw puzzle pieces
scattered on the floors of the rooms
taking time to muse on each
but not bother with discussion.
It hurts the worse that no one's
been in want to find her,
no one comes to see the
"No Trespassing" sign she's taken time to make.
12/10/2006 Posted on 12/11/2006
Copyright © 2026 Cristy M.
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 12/11/06 at 02:24 AM ...no one comes to see the
"No Trespassing" sign she's taken time to make.
I built a clubhouse once, out of a cardboard box...I sat inside it all day waiting, for what I don't remember...but I waited alone and no one came a'knockin'...
Nice poem...thanks for the memory. |
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