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dead weight
by Lauren Singerwhat does it mean to you
that i am awake now,
wondering where you are?
the dim-eyed recognition
of your "sorry, but you know me" line
is getting old,
and i'm thinking all sorts of terrible things.
the voice tells me to run from you,
and find some other place to cling to
but i just can't swallow a second
without thinking of your hands. 08/08/2009 Posted on 08/08/2009
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/08/09 at 04:33 PM ...lauren, i had to stop reading to comment...i fell into this one, like 'a man overboard!' kind of thing...this is wonderfully written about a-not-so-self help-bookish, yet it a very real part of our make-up; our psyche, in short: make the person and as Thoreau said, 'we all lead lives of quiet desperation.' i feel/thinks so much more re: the style, the twist, the turn, etc. |
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