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words from the weekday girl
you never saw me on the weekends, sharing casual dinner talk in the west village, in my glory on a dive bar dance floor, drunk eating a dollar slice, cabbing home with my face out the window, or nursing a sunday morning hangover. you were too busy “with old coworkers on the east side, seeing friends from virginia, at your mom's place in queens, taking your dog to the vet, or recovering from a rough week at work.” and so i became the weekday girl someone to see at your convenience and i hate you (and me) for that.
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(ex)pedite
i know that
one day, he’ll be nothing
but a distant memory
acknowledged by a half laugh
and clinking of glass
i just wish i could hurry the process -
role reversal
he desires me
more than he should
more than i deserve
now i know how you felt -
hindsight (reworked)
it took time to recognize
it wasn’t that i
lacked self-confidence
it was that you
never made me feel secure
about us -
the upside
our ending was disappointing
yet somehow still promising -
siren
tonight, again
i resist the urge to call
though i know
you’re lying there
listening to the same sirens
in the same citybreakups, city, heartache, heartbreak, longing, love, missing, new york city, nyc, poems, poetry, relationships, siren, words, writing -
concealed intentions (I)
you get to keep happy memories
but they’re ruined for me
because your true intentions
were always concealed from me -
residual effects
like haze after summer rain
you linger in my mind -
seeing
he sees me
in my disarray
plates in my sink
tissues in my pocket
anger in my veinsat my best
pearls in my ears
stockings on my thighs
lust in my eyesand it’s the most wonderful thing
to be seen -
hindsight
and i hope you realize
it was never
that i questioned my own confidence
it was always
that you made me insecure about us -
double vision
there is a way in which i
double myself
i am and i am not yet
reflected in a mirror
the image is one
dancing between what is seen
and kept hidden