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I am a starfish for you,
spreading wide so you can crack off my limbs when I dry, growing each back before you arrive for the next; I am whole without you. If you are trying to graft yourself to me you'll have to be quicker than you are.
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I am not a secretary from the 1950's,
yet I find myself sitting at this desk with a jacket over my shoulders buffing my nails. Because they broke, and I didn't want to scratch myself. Because it's cold in this office. See! How easy it is to emerge a stereotype you never imagined becoming. I found this poem in an old folder and thought I'd share it:
We are all supposed To transeverse the valley of our hate, Is that not correct? Worry away at seams, Worrying reality Has been traded for dreams, Closing fast closure Is an ugly sprite, unbound with spitting delight and chasing chasing chasing all we are trying to keep shut and closed I would like to introduce a new term into the lexicon; "harrasking." It means to ask someone something so many times and/or in such an intrusive way that the asking has become harassment. In casual speech, I imagine it'll be used when the asking is merely annoying, even if it doesn't rise to the level of harassment.
I did a bunch of brainstorming at the slam last night, and it's come to my attention that I have some holes in my slam repertoire to shore up; I need a romantic poem (all sweetness, flowers, and light), a list poem, a truly funny poem (aka funny throughout, and not just for a line or two), and at least one heartbreaking poem.
Right now I'm working on a poem about codeswitching. It's somewhat of a disorganized list poem at the moment, but we'll see what happens to it a couple edits down the line. Of course, to do any editing, I'll need to finish a draft. If I were come to bury Caesar,
would you lend me your ears? They say eloquence may set fire to reason; would you abandon your superego and hand me your id if there were a little more persuasion rising in my blood like bubbles? Each bubble shows me right on the level and then floating to the ceiling. Good thing you have prepared a tea party up there. |
AuthorRachel Rosenberg; poetlawyer Archives
September 2017
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