Posts Tagged ‘curse’

The prominent gray

white and blue of the supermarket gives

     way to your familiar faces.

We confront each other with casual friendship.

The words

from your tongue

      are the usual sharp, sour curses mixed in

            to everyday dialogue.

your beards are genitals

sewn onto your faces.

One of you

       is still pubescent, though

      really having just entered adulthood.

We talk.

One of you barely whispers that I’m “…a

       pussy, right?”

One of you comments how there will be nothing to do but

“drink and fuck” where I’m going.

     I almost want to say 

     “just like you do?” and bring up your girlfriends.

What do they see in you?

      And you can go breathe in cancer,

meanwhile I can feel my heart

is ten times heavier than both of yours,

          ten times larger.

That nonchalance,

      that callousness,

that you two possess

is not something I wish to be cursed with,

and I feel more mature than both of you.

     I feel older-

     responsible.

I unwittingly comprehend,

      I have something to live for.

Curse

Posted: November 5, 2013 in Poetry
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Wishing to move

with cramps in every muscle

and pain stemming

from every joint,

to speak with a tongue

overrun by idle talk

until the mouth

is dry as a carcass,

to see with eyes scarred by a forest of cataracts,

smell with a nose sheared off and clogged,

touch with doll-like skin,

and listen with lost ears,

that is the cruelest curse.