Date Posted:22:35:37 12/03/02 Tue Author:Porthos Subject: Alienated (Vastly Different)
The walls are vibrating with voices
of people I don’t know, people
who consume wine like a sacrament.
The ceiling bears in on me
like some edacious sponge, mindless
and wanting to wrap around my body.
I thought I’d discarded all of them,
but I see you smirking back at me
from the surface of my desk.
Amanda talked freely as if we’d shared
reunions. I got up feeling as if I’d eaten
too much fruit. I wanted to ask
if we could converse again, if I could
collapse over coffee while she nodded
her approval. I need this sort
of friend.
I fear the delicacy of my affections,
like some grandiose child who asks
too many questions. I passed a tree
on the way to see you, gnarled and knotted.
It was bent over like a soothsayer
reading cast stones.
