Friday, April 4, 2008

Nothin' Left

7:15 on a Friday, and I got nothin' left but
a dirty blues riff of a pulse,
a gravelly shame cuz i've been jealous of a friend

& did the right thing, confessed:
hard to do at all let alone on empty,
then my damn period started when
tonight i only wanted
your arms, your kisses, escaping into you.

7:15 on a Friday, and my nothin'
limps impatiently through the
rooms of this house,
waiting for you [please get HOME]
i'm dripping pieces of
my ability to stand
upright with every step i take,
shedding soul like lint balls,
hand-pumping my tarnished heart,
feeling these tiny breaths
sharp as winces --
please please get HOME

i need that comfort you bring
just showing up,
that look you give me that Knows,
'you ok, baby?',
i need you so i can feel weak & small
& just let it go.

just let it go.

7:15 on a Friday night, left my
nothin' at the bottom of a pina colada
wine cooler that tasted like alka-seltzer,
[figures],
sun behind the palms over there --
this is one of those times when
i can't feel anything but
WHERE ARE YOU?

listening listening i am listening
for the thump of your truck stereo's bass,
your tires in the driveway,
your car alarm tooting on,
your key in the
front door, and then

i
am
going
to run
to
you.

3 comments:

Carla said...

Good grief, girlfriend! Talk about putting into words a feeling we've all had! Maybe a little too close for comfort...

Veronica said...

oh my little cabbage.... let's see maybe an airline ticket might cure this. Start singing I'm leaving on a jet plane.... I would so come see you to give you a hug to have a good cry with you and a big ole shoulder for you to let it all out on. I love you my little cabbage dear......

rivergardenstudio said...

What a beautiful poem, and so close to heart, your photo is perfect too, I hope your love comes home soon! Roxanne