Also known as suppertime
(2014)
#Suppertime
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump