November - A Short Poetry Collection
An Eternity Of This
If your lipstick loiters
on his coffee cup,
remove your lips.
If his voice somehow sounds
how you'd imagine paranoia
to feel,
choke back the Thorazine.
If at some point
you find yourself wishing away
an entire lifetime,
live it anyway.
An eternity of this -
cut us loose,
let us sleep,
we've all been here before.
Poem
I am not above you
but you're right under me
and you're yelling at me
to get down.
Poem
After much consideration, I've decided
I'll eat now
a meal or maybe two
a coffee with creamer
and salt.
Or maybe
I'll go for a walk.
My hands shake
my head is weak
regardless.
