mama, i wrote this last year during finals. it's not the best thing i've ever written, but i thought you'd appreciate it now. and it def puts me back in the exact moment. <3 you. k.
(the spacing is all jacked, but the ideas are there....)
DEAD WEEK
I stand up after sitting for hours, fingers dancing on the keys all night, and fall under the weight of heavy, sleeping legs. Laughter explodes from the other side of the room. My skin now soaked with tears, unable to breath unable to speak unable to move as I jerk to the sofa to join in on the laughing. Join in on the forgetting of work of deadlines of life. Us two, alone, putting on a show for no one but ourselves.
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(the spacing is all jacked, but the ideas are there....)
DEAD WEEK
I stand up after sitting
for hours,
fingers dancing on the keys
all night,
and fall under the weight
of heavy, sleeping
legs. Laughter explodes
from the other side of the room.
My skin now soaked with tears,
unable to breath
unable to speak
unable to move
as I jerk
to the sofa to join
in on the laughing. Join
in on the forgetting
of work
of deadlines
of life.
Us two, alone, putting
on a show for no one
but ourselves.
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