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after so much uselessness, this is what befell me

by Lauren Singer

you built a bomb shelter for my underwear.

i wanted you to walk me down to a place
i'd never been before but all you did
was eradicate a subterfuge
for my justification.

i don't want to rewind action
with more regret, i just want to
be held without the testimonial
that i was too drunk to stand.

someone, oh God, just love me
for all my self-indulgent suffering.

there is more to me than
purposeful avoidance just
to be noticed.

there was, once.


Posted on 01/09/2012
Copyright © 2020 Lauren Singer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/09/12 at 10:58 AM

..and you know what, Lauren? There will be again, if this poem is any gauge.

Posted by Mo Couts on 01/09/12 at 06:40 PM

And will be again, genius friend writer, you.

Posted by Anya Kaats on 02/23/12 at 01:04 AM

sometimes self-depreciation is the only way to gain insight, or the capacity to understand something about ourselves. at least i think thats true.

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