best by Angela Thomas somewhere on a magnetic tape, emblazoned in a series of on/off switches, there is an image of me staring out a window like it's snowing in the middle of May. out the window like there's something disturbing and fascinating and it makes me sad. my face loses its emotion, mouth going sour and eyes working hard to hide the fact that if i wasn't sitting in the middle of a cab on 10th ave, i would be on the floor balled up crying into my own chest until i realized that my shirt was soaking through and i had planned to wear it again and i really should stand up. my eyes would be red and expressive and there would be no way to hide the disapointment. no hiding that just ten minutes before i stood on the street, wobbly and unsure, like i hadn't eaten in days, i coyly smiled at him and said, 'i could go home or...' his eyes darted over the body of this other girl, one that obviously wasn't there only four hours before the party started - when he was too busy tasting me - and said, 'yeah, you have an early morning. that's best.' 05/22/2007 Posted on 05/23/2007 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 05/23/07 at 04:42 AM Great images, Angela. I like how all of the build-up in the first 2 1/2 stanzas DOESN'T reveal the point of the poem. It's like the reader has to hold her breath until they can find out just what has made the speaker feel this way and then...BAM... something universal. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)