Expressive Domain

Pancakes Served For Supper

Stop
your blubbering.

The fact that I have been
up since six
running ragged,
worn and shredded,
asked to solve
yet another person’s
urgent trauma,
is apparently not
a concern of yours
as you drop your demands
onto my overflowing stack.

But you caught me
at the end of my Jonah day,
exhausted, crabby,
and downright
drowned
and no amount
of sweetly sticky
gooey compliments
will help me
swallow that.

GPS

A languid dude
tells absolute location
with attitude
in lounge wear;
pain and just living
co-exist
in his world.

It is hard to locate
the energy he needs
to find her,
so he sleeps.

No place for dreams.

Only blackness needed,
so necessary to heal
the anguish
he leaves
on his pillow
where love and betrayal
crossed lines.

Novelty

The worn edges and bent corners
told of their repeated connections
where she had held it lovingly
slowing fingering the words
of its story,
the story
that she believed.

Then a friend
ran with urgency
to show her another writing
that showed things
from a different point of view.

She devoured it,
shocked and provoked and betrayed,
the words denying what she knew
to be true.

But this was clearly labeled:
NON-Fiction.

Her story
now tainted,
her reality defined
by the words
of her friend
and a writer
who she never met,
but now blindly believed.

Without a sideways glance
she threw her love in the trash.