Tuesday, May 12, 2009
It's 8:00, the sun is still shining
Don’t feel nauseated
Don’t feel your heart beat fast
Go throw the Frisbee
Don’t look at that mess of hair
Don’t look at those bulky legs
Go throw the Frisbee
Look at who is walking next to you
Look at their smiling faces
Go throw the Frisbee
Don’t think about the sheets
Don’t relive it in your head
Go throw the Frisbee
Don’t run away
Don’t run away
Go throw the Frisbee
Pretend it didn’t happen
Go throw the Frisbee
Pretend you have homework to do
Go back to your dorm
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Apologies
Inspired by This American Life, who was inspired by William Carlos Williams.
Listen to the episode here, in Act Two: http://thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1291
Read the poem here: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15535
I didn’t go to Easter Mass that Sunday. Forgive me, my priorities are being swayed by the liberals at my liberal school.
Forgive me for not making eye contact with you today. I just can’t stand to be this physically close to you on a regular basis.
I’m sorry I hate living with you so much. You would think that since we are friends it wouldn’t matter. Yeah, well, I don’t feel like we’re friends anymore.
I’m sorry that it is both our faults, and sorry that I think it’s mostly yours.
Sorry I am annoyed by every little thing that you do.
Sorry you have no self esteem to suck it up and talk to me. That must be hard.
I’m sorry you are so small in this world.
Sorry I don’t like sharing things with you. I will share them with anyone else, but not you.
Sorry you have to figure shit out for yourself.
Sorry spending time with you is so unsatisfying for the deep, empty pit that is miles away in my chest.
Sorry I have nothing to say back to you, I just don’t want you to come along.
Sorry I am to you what all this is to me, but I do not have the capacity to quit.
Sorry I assumed that is what I am.