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by Melanie J Yarbrough

They have convinced me
to stay.

I hadn't noticed
how I resigned to
never see Kate again
so being in the hammock
with her
and hearing clearly her anxious
overreactions,
I am tight with tears.

I tell Carlos
he is my brother
and I mean it more than anything
I've said in a while.
The crinkle of the bus ticket
in my pocket is bitter,
but with the windows down
we cannot tell time.

08/21/2008

Posted on 08/21/2008
Copyright © 2024 Melanie J Yarbrough

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/25/08 at 05:48 PM

i know (and really appreciate) what you're saying in the third stanza, but i think it's a bit awkward.

and haven't meant anything
I've said as much
in a while.

the order of the words or something...i can't really explain it. i stumbled when i read it. just a short FYI :)

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