anti-ode by Lauren Singerstupid, sadness.
i carry you in
a locked case,
hidden with the cheese dip
and the scratch cards
and the dildo.
it isn't right that
you should cling to me, so.
i have offered you freedom
so fairly, and still
you buckle to my
rib cage and pinch my
vocal cords so i may only
scream wet obscenities
into an empty car
down scenic back roads at
three-thirty in the afternoon
because i feel so
desperately alone.
how dismal to stow you away,
too embarrassed to show you in the light,
thinking, "if i am always funny, no one will see you"
but here you are,
wrenching me into workplace bathroom tears
and i can't help but think
that cutting everyone off
and dropping out for a while
will somehow ease the terrible
tension of your surprise interventions.
sadness, please loosten
me from your jowls.
i am not strong enough.
not anymore.
05/18/2011 Posted on 05/18/2011 Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
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