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Sunday, 13
by Melanie J YarbroughFrancesca takes
the hit that I decline,
tell her I'm scared I'll fall asleep
when really I'm scared I'll tell the
truth.
I'm trying to make the signature
on the painting on the wall say
"Reynold" instead of
illegible R-word, and
we're both laughing
until she reads Kyle's poem.
He is deep and honest and
neither of us breathe much.
I walk home feeling bursts of sun until
Whole Foods.
I eat cherries and spit pits onto sidewalks,
look forward to seeing
Franny again. 07/14/2008 Posted on 07/14/2008
Copyright © 2025 Melanie J Yarbrough
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/14/08 at 06:10 PM that second stanza reminds me of the scene from 'perks of being a wallflower,' where charlie reads that poem at the party. it takes everyone's breath away. and i really like the image of you spitting cherry pits onto the sidewalk. it brings back cantankerous childhood memories. |
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