blue monday by Lauren Singeri go into your empty room
and your closet door is open
when it is never open
and i can still feel you in here,
how you can contain a space one second
and be walking down the stairs holding everything you own the other--
it is tremendous in its hollow.
there is a little shelf for shoes
in the bottom of your closet
that i have never noticed before.
i sit down and i can't take it all of a sudden,
how you are gone now.
i gulp a cup of hot coffee to suffocate
this swell of loss in a hot swallow.
we are in some kind of love
that is uncontrollable and strange.
i'm afraid of you.
i leave to try and smother your absence,
because if i'm not at home,
next to your open door and barren walls
i don't have to think of you.
but of course,
i do think of you.
i talk about you and everyone is glad
that i have found someone.
but i bite my lip so hard
that it bleeds and i have to excuse myself
to clean it up.
i draw you a picture of a wolf
because it is funny and
unsentimental.
like you.
i want to write subliminal messages all over it,
in his fur:
"i'm sorry i am crazy"
"i wish your mom didn't hate me"
"can we spoon again?"
but when i give it to you as is,
i know that you get it.
i stay in your closet for a long time,
thinking about what it will be like here now.
wondering how you'll sleep tonight.
and thursday seems very far away.
06/29/2009 Posted on 06/29/2009 Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Jo Halliday on 06/30/09 at 02:27 AM Extraordinary! Only this comes to my mind to describe this stunning write. |
Posted by Frank Lee on 06/30/09 at 05:13 AM deep stuff...i love 'sorry im crazy, wish yo mom didn't hate me, can we spoon again...' authentic. |
Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 07/02/09 at 02:07 AM It's all so authentic, and well thought out. Yet it just ebbs and flows, like you didn't have to work at it whatsoever. I loved this. Great work, Lauren. |
Posted by Tony Whitaker on 07/03/09 at 03:54 AM Great imagery and your words capture pain and loss exquisitely! |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/06/09 at 02:31 AM Your poem is honest and your vulnerability makes me wonder if I am worthy to sit here at the computer far away and tap out a weakly digital response. I hear yearning, lonliness, regret, pain, and loss, but especially courage. |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/08/09 at 12:44 PM I said it before and i'll say it again...the dark, emotional pathos of relationships is a market you cornered years ago Lauren. Here's but another example, and why am I not surprised? |
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