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the many levels of heartlessness
by Nanette Bellmanshe asked me how i don't feel bad for what i did...
i told her...
that i feel bad when i see someone
walking down the street in the snow
or whatever element that time of year brings
and that i cried while watching Titanic.
that i let out an "aww"
when i see a dead animal anywhere on pavement
and that i'm scared of the dark
because i don't know what's lurking in it because i can't see it.
i told her...
that i can't look
those highway-off-ramp-cardboard beggars in the eye
and how i want to take away every toddler,
who's parent neglects to hold their hand
while walking through a parking lot,
to a better place.
but for some reason,
when it came to fucking her boyfriend behind her back,
i felt nothing inside me.
...including him. 03/01/2010 Author's Note: booyah?
Posted on 03/01/2010
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/02/10 at 05:20 PM ...nan, this is stout...like a mare's breath...gal, you're going now. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 03/25/10 at 01:05 AM "aww" when I see a dead animal on the pavement..."
You've tapped into something great here! :) |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/24/11 at 04:45 AM Wow...you're a spitfire and I'd never want to cross you, but getting to be your friend sounds lovely! |
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