my friend is in the band
i have no nails i always open my friends cans
i need to learn to be a nice girl
i need to learn to sleep on the couch
my friend in the band tucks me in even he thinks i’m too loud
me and my work friends
share chargers and share an O pen
i can taste the lotion i put on my hands hours ago as i shovel in golden raisins
hanging my head out the window catching a cold
but the space heaters in my room are on
stabilizing my body temperature
i don’t need to sleep next to you just next to someone
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I like the image of tasting lotion as you eat raisins
I really, really like this poem. I like the lack of capitalization and punctuation, the line breaks and enjambment, the sense of isolation and disconnection, hanging on.
I agree with Sue. I think this poem is superbly executed.
thank you both!!
thank you!!