Submissions by labialulu
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Come here, go away
So why'd you text?
You had so much to take care of you said.
I know you use Zoosk, the timeline shows it.
I guess there's always time to see
if you can do a little better.
I praised your height and prowess too much.
Now you're puffed up so high you can see
over my shoulder to all those prospects.
Must have been a slow night.
The too-wide grinning you returns
asking me about my new job
which I've had for over a year.
I know all your stories by heart
I really know how to listen,
except to the two hands;
one crooking a finger my way,...
You had so much to take care of you said.
I know you use Zoosk, the timeline shows it.
I guess there's always time to see
if you can do a little better.
I praised your height and prowess too much.
Now you're puffed up so high you can see
over my shoulder to all those prospects.
Must have been a slow night.
The too-wide grinning you returns
asking me about my new job
which I've had for over a year.
I know all your stories by heart
I really know how to listen,
except to the two hands;
one crooking a finger my way,...
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RIP tide
Tennessee Valley has a narrow beach
Tide comes in fast and you're trapped
I'll wade into that, should be easy enough
Clothes are still agitating in the washer
Husband home building a hopeful fence
I run tear-blind down the beach trail
Sharp blue April sky
I can't see the sand for the families parked on blankets
Shit, why did I picture the place deserted?
One of them won't just watch me go out
The hero of the crowd will swim after me
I'm holding my phone anyway
The real student of death would have thrown it into the water
But I must care...
Tide comes in fast and you're trapped
I'll wade into that, should be easy enough
Clothes are still agitating in the washer
Husband home building a hopeful fence
I run tear-blind down the beach trail
Sharp blue April sky
I can't see the sand for the families parked on blankets
Shit, why did I picture the place deserted?
One of them won't just watch me go out
The hero of the crowd will swim after me
I'm holding my phone anyway
The real student of death would have thrown it into the water
But I must care...
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