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hello. no, goodbye.
by Angela Thomasi'm so confused lately. living my life from sleeping
pill to sleeping pill. hours spent walking the streets
in the middle of the night, comforted only by the sound
of wind sliding between glass panes of bus shelters,
unearthly and silent in its movement. feet on the ground
but not really touching, i'm floating around. curled up
in blankets, stuffed numb when my fingers bring honey
soaked confections to my lips, pushing away potential
nights spent laughing absurdly with friends. i wish for him
everywhere. see his face in a reflection as the bus passes
by, his car parked on my street with those tiny shoes hanging
from the rearview, his hand out the window, a quickly burning
cigarette upon his lips, smoke exhaled, the same kind of breath
that he used to lay on my neck to make me fall asleep at night.
my dreams are filled with these simple images, so to pretend,
i buy another bottle, up the dose, and knock out, forgetful.
01/08/2010 Posted on 01/08/2010
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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