Two new poems
Tuesday, December 9th, 2014 02:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Stripped & Fried
Here in the parking lot
in my car I sit
eating fried shrimp
from the greasy strip mall
restaurant that was too crowded
and I remember when
this parking lot on this side
of a carved-out hill was a forest
nothing but oak and pine
and I uselessly hate myself
for consuming the past.
Seventeen
I always remember you
running away.
In my mind I picture
you fidgeting, leaning
away as I talk, me
leaning forward, grasping
to keep you still
for once. Never worked.
I was never enough to keep
your attention unless
I spread my legs.
When we met you said
you wanted to corrupt me
and I agreed without
knowing, without understanding
that you really would, and
then you'd run away.
Here in the parking lot
in my car I sit
eating fried shrimp
from the greasy strip mall
restaurant that was too crowded
and I remember when
this parking lot on this side
of a carved-out hill was a forest
nothing but oak and pine
and I uselessly hate myself
for consuming the past.
Seventeen
I always remember you
running away.
In my mind I picture
you fidgeting, leaning
away as I talk, me
leaning forward, grasping
to keep you still
for once. Never worked.
I was never enough to keep
your attention unless
I spread my legs.
When we met you said
you wanted to corrupt me
and I agreed without
knowing, without understanding
that you really would, and
then you'd run away.