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on any given therapy day
“Absence will provide space
for your healing”
she says it as if
it’s true,
hands across her lap
in her prim, white chair
with the fancy turned legs;
I envy her
I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture
I hate her for the secrets
she keeps from me
locked in an old cigar box,
requiring sacrifice
of my skin
two days a week
just to get a peek
at my identity
just tell me how to be like you
I want to argue;
her sentiment
really pisses me off,
but it’s not like
I’ve given my myself
any other choice
besides,
she only says that
because she’s never
had to confess
to so many murders,
dragging herself back
to the scene
of every crime,
reliving the moments
she couldn’t let go
of being afraid
but I’ll keep digging
so long as she attends
the funerals;
something tells me
she cares if I make it
it makes me want to care, too
for your healing”
she says it as if
it’s true,
hands across her lap
in her prim, white chair
with the fancy turned legs;
I envy her
I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture
I hate her for the secrets
she keeps from me
locked in an old cigar box,
requiring sacrifice
of my skin
two days a week
just to get a peek
at my identity
just tell me how to be like you
I want to argue;
her sentiment
really pisses me off,
but it’s not like
I’ve given my myself
any other choice
besides,
she only says that
because she’s never
had to confess
to so many murders,
dragging herself back
to the scene
of every crime,
reliving the moments
she couldn’t let go
of being afraid
but I’ll keep digging
so long as she attends
the funerals;
something tells me
she cares if I make it
it makes me want to care, too
Published 12th Nov 2020
Author's Note
I started this for the visual poetry comp: Healing, but it seems I had something else to say.
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12th Nov 2020 7:10am
Dear L,
Everyone has a dirty little secret. No matter what side of the desk you sit. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if she had some buried bodies somewhere. I had such a visual of this character by your descriptions and loved “ I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture”. Oh that’s bloody fantastic! Funny how you may have considered this poem for a different reason because I found this a very helpful write to read today. Thank you. Brilliant piece! H🌷
Everyone has a dirty little secret. No matter what side of the desk you sit. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if she had some buried bodies somewhere. I had such a visual of this character by your descriptions and loved “ I wonder what it’s like
to have your shit together
enough to own white furniture”. Oh that’s bloody fantastic! Funny how you may have considered this poem for a different reason because I found this a very helpful write to read today. Thank you. Brilliant piece! H🌷
12th Nov 2020 7:15am
I adore when you drop by! Thank you so much for your insight, I always feel so understood 💜.
12th Nov 2020 12:32pm
I think the only white thing I own is paper, so that part made me chuckle & nod.... 😆 I love how you've captured the paradox of both hating and needing this sort of care. I think I would have felt infuriated with that statement too... especially from someone in a white chair. I hate it when the truth sucks.
I'm glad this poem came out. ❤
I'm glad this poem came out. ❤
12th Nov 2020 3:49pm
There is a real love/hate relationship with peeling yourself open on a regular basis in order to reach a modicum of normalcy. I always feel better the next day, the next week, etc., like I’m finally getting somewhere. But in the moment, it helps to focus my ire at feeling picked apart towards that damned white chair (upholstered in jacquard, no less!). Thank you K 💜.
Anonymous
12th Nov 2020 1:41pm
I can see it grating your nerves even more given you write poetry.
12th Nov 2020 3:57pm
It’s mostly that I don’t get along with things I don’t want to hear lol. Thank you for reading, Johnny 💜
12th Nov 2020 5:07pm
Wonderful evolution of feelings, Luna. I am always in awe when I start something, and the Universe steps in to take it further. I think the resentment expressed in this, laced with appreciation for the honesty, is humanly palpable to every person who has had a friend ( or someone to be completely honest with them ) in regards to something they don't want to hear.
A friend ( be it family, stranger, or really a friend ) tells you when your face is dirty regardless of whether you want to hear it or not. They are the greatest teachers of your life, and deep down inside you know they care enough to risk it all so that you know the truth.
That is indeed something worth caring about.
A friend ( be it family, stranger, or really a friend ) tells you when your face is dirty regardless of whether you want to hear it or not. They are the greatest teachers of your life, and deep down inside you know they care enough to risk it all so that you know the truth.
That is indeed something worth caring about.
12th Nov 2020 11:22pm
12th Nov 2020 6:42pm
Love the touches of physical details amidst the intimacy of the internal asides. Beautifully proportionate and revealing.
12th Nov 2020 11:22pm
