6.7.08

space

last night
you were in a sliver of my dream
in the bottom of my lemonade
intermingled in my scrabble pieces
and even in anne sexton's poetry
i didn't get upset or demand
you stick to your rules about boundaries
or your infinite need for space
but please god please
do not sneak into my nina simone vinyl again
or it will be me giving you more space
than you know how to contain

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Speechless i am, which is some achievement. Lissa!

An Unreliable Witness said...

I hate it when Scrabble pieces start spelling out the subject matter of your most recent dreams during highly competitive games.

Anonymous said...

transcending the pieces of life through verbal punctuation of life....

bravo turtlefly-

<3 bex