Here's a couple new poems for you as part of the challenge - I also just got
an Arts Council grant to write my new collection! Hoorah! I may post a few
pieces up here as I work on it for people's advice...
Happy Thursday!
Heather
Thursday, April 23, 2009
The Worst Way to End It
4 months away from those 2 weeks
sheet wrapped together, I prearrange
seating arrangements in my head
until you are stuck across the room.
My eyes ping pong between the wall,
your vibrating foot, scrunched face,
and the skater shirt I've been flirting
with. I miss your eyes indefinately.
The love letters never came after
that, the overseas romance a
blocked name in my inbox.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Routine
Bill felt he was born for this. Eating lunch as he watched numbers scroll a
board, sift through e-mails, organize filing cabinets. Each day itemized by
activity. Carefully scheduled and planned. On Fridays, he'd wear his dress
down tie and have obligatory post work drinks. The girls nodded at his
nervous hellos before turning back to the slick sales boys from the third
floor and Bill would sip his half with the other accountants from his
division.
Days passed this way until he turned as grey as his sweater, and began to
fade into his cubical walls. Lunch no longer interested him and he worked
long into the night, home an untagible place. His keyboard began to give
out, the keys no longer responding to his touch and the IT team never came.
Unheard, he stayed glued to the number board, eyes flicking at the changing
state and he'd guess the curve of the upward/downward fluctuation. At
drinks, he sit in corners, watch the buzz of hormones. His hellos no longer
nodable became a quick glance behind shoulders, a shiver as if graves were
walked upon, a look straight through as if he was no longer there.
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