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by Lauren Singer

i hit some note with you.
you wear an open shirt
with the collar at one and nine.
i want to suction myself into your sharp frame.
i am already so much like your mother.

when i wear down the obvious voice
of your cynical boy, i'll trench
in the hurricane of you flow.
the season is amidst the demon
of what you never knew
you'd never know.

the scar carcass of your
greedy discretions
were bound in deep hues of weary grey
and i was not profound.
you were not decayed.
the hits were misses, then.

plus the white walls,
we were inferior lemons
in the used lot downtown
where the lilacs had their lickings
in the snow.
i don't want
to know you better than that.

08/31/2010

Posted on 08/31/2010
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by V. Blake on 09/01/10 at 02:02 PM

The last two lines are perfect, and "the demon of what you never knew you'd never know" was especially awesome as well. It was also interesting to see you write something so concise.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/03/10 at 01:16 AM

...lauren, i came back. this one haunted me because i knew you were saying something stout. now i climb into this; it's pretty wonderfully wet, and cragy, with the collar at one and nine. i want to suction myself into your sharp frame. when i wear down the obvious voice of your cynical boy, i'll trench in the hurricane of you flow. of what you never knew you'd never know. he scar carcass of your greedy discretions we were inferior lemons in the used lot downtown a gem, gal, a gem.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/03/10 at 01:19 AM

...lauren, i cited alllll the things that punched me wonderfully, as a writer it is so wonderful to see expressions like those that i cited; anne dillard says 'it so nice to read a well-written line, but it is so much better[feeling]to have written it. so touche to you.

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