Dear mr married,
I'm not quite sure what we are negotiating -
more that you are kissing me, and I have not moved
my mouth.
Good practice for when your soul gets up and leaves your skin like laundry at the train station,
Mr married, you magnet kiss me.
I wish I did not enjoy the moving of your eyelids
like little washing machines,
turning round want washing.
Actually, this is boring. You are kissing me.
We are done with negotiating. I have not moved my mouth. Staring at the ceiling. You are sleeping.
When you leave, turn on the forgetting
x
Comments
tcook | February 20, 2009 - 16:55
Brilliant. Your best for a while - this is spot on.
AKT | February 20, 2009 - 22:17
I found this quite uncomfortable to read.
Something about it is very unsettling.
It's also very good. xx
shoebox | February 21, 2009 - 03:06
Wow! How do you do it? Do you give classes?
bosch | February 21, 2009 - 15:07
You are writing an interesting, supple line, and your use of language is fresh, like a freshly broken open piece of fruit. 'When you leave, turn on the forgetting', yes.
threeleafshamrock | February 22, 2009 - 12:29
A class apart! Great!
Chris X
chelseyflood | February 24, 2009 - 15:30
This is excellent, especially this line:
"Good practice for when your soul gets up and leaves your skin like laundry at the train station"
Nice work.
jennifer | February 27, 2009 - 14:56
Isn't this a poem?!
It's a superb poem! I can't pick out a line because they are all so good!
J x