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The Classics, Part 4
by Meghan HelmichOur neighbors keep asking about you;
I don't know why I can't just say you've gone.
It would be so much easier
than taking the back stairs down three flights
to avoid the lift where I always run into one of them.
They don't notice a haircut but can intuitively tell
I haven't done the laundry since you got on the bus
because you took the last of the quarters from the dish.
I could've come up with more than quarters if I knew
it was change you wanted. 10/22/2011 Posted on 10/22/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 10/22/11 at 05:32 PM something about this series is eerily familiar. i see all of them. you've created mini-movies in my mind. thank you for it. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/22/11 at 09:20 PM It's that wry, weary and very sad sense of humor that comes through in the last line that I think I love the most about this piece. It's another unbelievable piece, and this series just gets better and better. |
| Posted by Leslye Writer on 10/23/11 at 04:19 AM So much said in so little space. You took us by the hand to the coin dish and it still caught me, took my breath. I am new here and look forward to reading the other parts of the series in your library. |
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