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The Classics, Part 5
by Meghan HelmichSometimes it's all about panic.
When the engines coughed and the bus pulled away
from the curb, I realized I had your keys;
you must've thought you wouldn't need them again.
Maybe you just knew I'd leave it unlocked
until someone robbed the house or called the police
because I'd kept the front door ajar at all hours.
Alarming to find even your floss is gone
when you hadn't touched the stuff since your last appointment.
You've thought of everything
and nothing, all at the same time.
I want to tell you that you should write a book someday
about how to leave a woman
prepared only to ask questions
for the rest of her panicked existence.
How much water for two cups of rice?
What time do I have to wake up in the morning?
Who are you fucking right now? 10/23/2011 Posted on 10/24/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/24/11 at 02:28 AM There's a lot of really well-captured confusion, growing anger in this, and it builds flawlessly into the pure venom of that last line. Awfully damn good. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/24/11 at 02:33 PM I agree, it builds until the last line where it really says it all. like it. |
| Posted by Sal Haefling on 10/27/11 at 01:56 AM love the rice question...so random yet, perfect for this piece. |
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