when it's early This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

May 2, 2010
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when it's early
and the shades buzz like a thousand feisty hornets in a jar
I forget about you.

but when I squirm beneath sun-warmed sheets,
a lioness in the grass yawning sleep from golden eyes
I remember.

later on
while it's still early
and the toast falls butter-side down
the dog snaps it up, mouth like a bear trap,
and I forget about you.

but when I peel wrinkled clothes from my skin,
trace all the places that your lips have been
I remember.

when it's late
and I'm driving with the windows down,
the bass groping at my legs, my back, my heart
like a cracked CD skips restarts skips again
and I forget about you.

when it's later still
and the house is an office after hours,
the clock and I talk about how long a minute feels
when you're alone
and don't want to be.

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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otherpoet said...
Mar. 18, 2012 at 9:06 pm
This poem has a lot of fine imagery and is very relatable. I like how open-hearted this sounds. Great writing :)
 
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