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.