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anti-ode

by Lauren Singer

stupid, 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

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Timothy Wilson on 07/19/11 at 03:35 AM

Wow. I really liked this one! I love the title aslo! :) keep up the good work kido!

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