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a human nest of drudgery
by Lauren Singeri.
mercury fills the landslide
of
what once was:
the meticulously filled pencil box;
the sandwich meat, rolled up
placed on their sides in aluminum wrapping paper.
thumbtacks, poster-corners.
alphabetical book collection.
radio-recorded mix-tape.
ii.
virginity has a way
of
over-compensating.
man with greying stubble
in a canopy of leaves and dust
takes my hand, whispers
"come"
opens palm with paper-cut hearts.
speaks near tongues.
i am underwhelmed.
iii.
lynch-mob
of
jealous half-lives.
snow-fall tired eyes and rusted counter-tops.
the kitchen never, ever clean
and i, hiding frantic-haired
under the table.
iv.
still so scared
of
everything.
life like hornet nest
i am berated/honest
to be willful and unkempt
in a solid, sordid, unfit way.
i can never be a mother.
i am so afraid to die. 01/20/2008 Posted on 01/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 01/22/08 at 12:27 AM The title lends itself to being jaded but the words are violent and filled with sex. In these stanzas, you are filled, cut, lynched, and stung --as humanity swarms at your soul. Jagged images give the reader excellent views inside humanity's hive. Great read. |
| Posted by Alex Chambers on 01/25/08 at 04:20 AM I like this. Good work. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/02/08 at 04:12 AM your poetry is jagged, hard edged, like a serated blade..and yet, there is such an underlying vulnerability there, a bewildered soul seeking answers to questions she's not quite sure she's gotten around to framing. Powerful stuff...and i read on |
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