I Just Want To Ask You This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.


I shoplifted your secrets at the five and dime,

But your sacred secrets dripped through my lap.

I carried your midnight dreams at the corner drug store,

But they spilled out when I dropped the box.

I ran away with the pocket of your jeans when you forgot them in the locker room,

But it turns out my jeans aren't blue.

I swindled your sad songs into coming with me for the night,

But they didn't want to sing for me, so I sent them back.

I robbed a faded flower of the button of your black leather suit,

But it died from the sweat of my hand.

So now I just want to ask...

How far do I swim on the razor of time?

How many lies do I fan out on the table for you.

I don't want to follow you.

I don't want to swallow you.

I just want to ask you...

What's your measure of reality?

How much space do I occupy in your reality?

How wide?

How deep?

How do I stand?

And what do I do to have any verity?

Because I will make flags fall with the rain for you.

And I will make a ritual of arbitrary fantasy for you.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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lauraep23 said...
Jul. 9, 2009 at 5:23 am
I liked this one. The first line really grabbed me. The poem makes me want to spend the time to figure out exactly what it means.
Hannah M. said...
Mar. 14, 2009 at 4:50 am
Your words are quite mystifying, and although they do not completely make sense to me they made me want to search inmost.
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