Claire Bendig's Poetry
A Swiss Cheese Memory Words are stuck to my tongue Tangled and adhered with no care They push and shove till’ they stung My mouth is bloated by pointless air My brain is hollowed out I know because I get looks like I’m scary by nameless people who I know without a doubt Popping holes into my swiss cheese memory I’m scared. I don’t know why. I’m looking at familiar eyes and I’m sure my memory is of a fly I couldn’t connect Jimmy to Son and he starts to cry. I’m patted on the head, like they are trying to pat the pieces back together Because at moments I can’t see to remember where I have gone My most precious belongings were slipping away forever. I just needed to train myself to hold on Apology accepted? I’m jotting down these lines, on a spotted napkin with a stub of a pencil I’m not quite sure how you and I define the eccentric world we’ve created. I’m sure it’s all mental that I have made you and I my own heaven devine. I wish that we could talk for hours, and know the meaning behind every line. Because misconceptions sometimes overpowers and I admit they are usually mine. So lets leave it at accepting words that are ours. I feel as I sit alone contemplating, that sometimes words can be useless when we are mindlessly complicating. So please accept my mindless chatter because it hurts to be aggravating. I love you to the moon a back It’s cheesy I know but I swear to you thats a fact. So accept my hiccups even though they cut Because I swear to try to have more tact. |
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