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unravel
by Emily Davidsonpost-thunderstorm
the clouds exit single file
as the steam from the pavement
lingers
downtown the smell of
laundry and
hot garbage
kisses the wet august air
the men stand on the corners
of the streets
their mouths silent but
their eyes deafening
as i pass
[men are stupid, they have no idea]
in my solitude i try to silence
my inner monologue
but you know things are bad
when you can't listen to
the sound of a dog barking
without feeling yourself unravel 08/11/2008 Posted on 08/11/2008
Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/12/08 at 12:28 AM Nice write lady. But what would you have them do when an attractive woman passes. We don't seem to "grow up" until we're too old to care. Most of us were born that way and bless those ladies that understand it. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/13/08 at 04:33 PM i always feel myself unravelling. i wish i knew how much there was so i would know when to be worried. |
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