Wednesday, July 8, 2009

foot in mouth syndrome

it's like the most aggravating mosquito bite,
right on my calf, where it seems no amount of scratching
will save me from imminent, inflammatory death.
it kind of reminds me of when a piece of chicken
is stuck in between those two upper-level teeth of mine
which immediately causes me to grab anything sharp and angled
in order to free the meat toward a fate of digestion.

quite frankly, my dear,
the thought of you is at once like all of these things--
it doesn't stop my life, but rather echoes
like the dull ache of a funny bone hit in just the right place
a few minutes previous.
one always replaces the other, making you always here,
and there's nothing I can do about it,
except keep moving through
the memory of what you smelled like
or how I used to lie in bed and fall asleep to our conversation,
while now I fall asleep with my phone off.
I have no choice but to smile
when I remember how silly you looked when you got excited;
like a big, beautiful kid,
with sparkles in your eyes
that bring tears to mine now.

it's like that trick knee you have--
you know, the one that always groans
when you bend down to pick something up.
there's nothing you can do about it.

4 comments:

Manda The Magnificent said...

This was so beautiful
i had to read it over and over

Miss Malorie said...

Thank you so much... I was smiling/shedding tears when I wrote it...

Manda The Magnificent said...

I completely know what you mean. Trust me, you're not alone. I too known what an unrequited love can do to someone. Two long wasted years can feel like a lifetime for a woman you know?

Miss Malorie said...

I understand. Unrequited love is just... there's no words for it. It's just unfortunate. That's the best way I can describe it.

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