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Tuesday, 15
by Melanie J YarbroughI kill three flies
in the course of five minutes,
stand waiting near my door
with sloppy letters that spell
my name,
the name I've heard whispered
so
many
times.
It is late and
Alex doesn't tell Brian
she is with me,
we pee
and she leaves.
We feel
closer
than ever. 07/15/2008 Posted on 07/15/2008
Copyright © 2025 Melanie J Yarbrough
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 07/15/08 at 03:35 PM your poetry is so interesting to me. you seem very expert on writing about an experience, but not letting the reader all the way in. Kinda like you've drilled a small hole in your fence, allowing the reader to stand on one side and view a kaleidoscope of images but we can't see enough all together to form the whole picture. So it's very impressionistic. and I love impressionism, I strive for it in most of my stuff. Yet you pull it off so wonderfully. you're quickly becoming one of my favorite poets. ha. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 07/15/08 at 04:45 PM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/17/08 at 12:59 PM like mickey mouse in the tailor and the giant. |
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