Poetry?
I was reading through a Sharon Olds book of poetry I've had for a while (The Dead and the Living) and found some notes (a poem skeleton) that actually didn't look so bad. Stabbing into me over and over severing my legs apart, entering my exposed dripping gut (a fish with his insides left leaking and torn) You're new and I don't want to scare you so I gasp "harder" and "faster" softly, urgently, as if your body left mine no choice. And you comply knifing me over and over premeditated (or presumed sane) the way you rest before going at it again ignoring the steady trickle of blood
It's just a draft, and I only know how to make paragraph breaks in blog life, not regular a regular "return". But I'm getting there.
posted by Marilyndrew @ 3:45 PM
4 Comments:
At 4:17 PM,
Bakaya said…
Melissa, were you still interested in the job i know about? if so, let me know. we are STILL looking for people, we keep getting interviews with people who are either really bad or creepy constant eye contact people. Help!
At 1:28 AM,
Julia said…
yep, that's about right...that's just about the experience from a girl's point of view.
Very nice!
At 11:35 AM,
philo said…
i don't know what kind of guys you know that don't mind blood. it always reminds me of how reproductive the whole thing is, and i thought most of us were the same that way.
At 11:37 AM,
philo said…
pretty badass poem though. i hope this means you've been writing.
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