I can’t stand this day really
And ever since I left that place
I don’t get to duck and run
But hey,
at least it’s still awful
like cherries mixed with glass
swallow quick
it will all be over
really
really
slowly.
You know without the usual distractions
I feel righteously bitter
and unfit
for human consumption.
I never thought I’d make it this far
and really didn’t want to
but here I am
I suppose this could mean
there is still
something
for me to do.
Just tell me
it won’t last.
You must meet Gwendolyn.
Happy New Year.
We heart you. xo
Does Gwendolyn high-five. I feel like she should.
Also, if I head to your area I will be sure to let you know… but I just broke my phone and lost all my contacts so if you want a text you are going to have to text me your number (with your name, Red). Happy New Year.
Cherries mixed with glass- I like that. Also, “not fit for human consumption”. I’ve read a lot of poetry over the years, and I’ve never known a style such as yours (for wht it’s worth). There’s a quiet resolve in your work that I appreciate. Also, I like that it’s stripped down and real. No frills- you expose the broken parts and I like that. Good stuff.
I trust that God will continue to work in me and that what He started He will finish. Thank you for your words. Here’s to having not just broken parts exposed in verse but healed parts (raises whiskey glass).
Very well said.