Another Other (Revision)
What I meant to say is it’s hard
to trust people while I’m lying
on a stretcher but what came out
was that I want living and loving
to hurt so I know they’re real,
whereas in my dreams I feel no pain
and have 360 degree vision like a rabbit,
thus no need to trust anyone or anything
but my own vision, whereas in the real
world one of the inherent limitations
of being human is that we only have eyes
in the front of our heads unlike pigmy owls
who have decoy eyes in back that predators
can pluck out rather than the good, working ones
and I meant to say people will betray you
when you’re not looking especially those outside
the group whom we refer to as the others
but what came out was I feel alienated
from the group like I’m another other
and I meant to say I discovered poetry
and sex at about the same time
but what came out is that both, for me,
are about my desire to be desired and
I meant to be polite and say please with tears
in my eyes but what came out were pleas and tears
in the middle of the pages where the words
that came out couldn’t touch what I meant to say.
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effectively creates the other other.. Great concept for a poem
I enjoyed the first version–and this goes deeper. The ending, “what came out . . . where the words that . . . couldn’t touch what I meant to say,” so poignant.
I’ve enjoyed reading your poetry this month. I may not have always commented–they challenge me, and I’m still a newbie to commenting effectively.
Until 2025. . . .