from under an umbrella
by Melanie J Yarbrough
our backyard looks the same
as it did the last time I left for this long.
I flip ahead six pages,
decide not to finish Mona Simpson's story
that Jamie recommended I read,
until the story really starts and
I reach the end without wanting to.
Like so many other things.
I am afraid of you, even
as I decide to name our children whatever name
it is you prefer,
though my heart is set on Ellis.
Though I spill my coffee, my sorted truths
all over 1369,
I am hopeful.
Posted on 12/20/2008
Copyright © 2023 Melanie J Yarbrough
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Meghan Helmich on 06/08/17 at 02:50 PM|
I love everything about this poem. You're still my favorite.
|Posted by James Zealy on 06/12/17 at 04:32 AM|
It appears stark with fear and loss of control for existence and choice. Powerful poem