New Poem
What I've Lived On The Past Three Days
Three big stalks of broccoli
from the organic food store,
a cup of white rice
from the convenience store.
The rumble of your voice
in my ear. Too much coffee.
Two yogurt cups.
Two classic rock ballads.
Two hours of live jazz.
Some chicken and cereal.
The hidden naughty behind your eyes,
and the smile you reserve
just for me. Not enough sleep.
Four glasses of 2% milk,
three over-ripe bananas,
a dozen store bought cookies.
Our inside joke, the scalding touch
of your hand on my lower back.
One good movie and popcorn.
One chapter of Dostoevsky.
One raging wildfire.
Three big stalks of broccoli
from the organic food store,
a cup of white rice
from the convenience store.
The rumble of your voice
in my ear. Too much coffee.
Two yogurt cups.
Two classic rock ballads.
Two hours of live jazz.
Some chicken and cereal.
The hidden naughty behind your eyes,
and the smile you reserve
just for me. Not enough sleep.
Four glasses of 2% milk,
three over-ripe bananas,
a dozen store bought cookies.
Our inside joke, the scalding touch
of your hand on my lower back.
One good movie and popcorn.
One chapter of Dostoevsky.
One raging wildfire.
posted by Aimee | 8:16 AM
2 Comments:
Whoo-hoo! I love this one, Aimee-girl!
This is poetry that feeds me...and I don't mean that as a cheesy (ok a little bit...) remark. This is a poem I walk away from feeling like I've ingested something substantial. Good work, woman!
p.s. sorry for spamming yer journal... ;)
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