It’s the end of the day, and I need a break.
I can’t possibly learn anything more
With this headache.
Check the tide charts for the state of the shore -
Looks like it’ll be
A negative point nine
In an hour or two. Let’s see -
I’ll whip on some sunblock (the dog starts to whine)
Grab a hat (lost my sunglasses), check my chair
For the keys (he’s barking now).
Snap on a leash. Step outside. Such cool air
I’m not used to on a sunny day. But how
Fresh the wind is, how the walk

I do not have a boyfriend
I am not half
of a couple
I am alone.

Singly I stand
this St. Valentines Day
wearing pink and eating treats
telling myself
I couldn't care less

But I do care
even though
this day was meant to celebrate brotherly love
and not romantic

But I do care
standing alone
surrounded by people
I wonder why
I am alone

I shouldn't care
it doesn't matter
I'm better off this way
But I do care

I am the necklace
you never wear.
You stuff my golden chain
inside the darkness
of your drawer
and neglect to set my sapphire
close
to your neck
to gleam, to shine
in fulfilling light.

Such recluse backdropped by evening's fields
all spiky white in bloom
for fear of treading bees, wander with care;
not one for wearing shoes.

Such mind enclosed, and wreathed in sun
its glow revealing dust
more threadbare each year do we find the couch,
yet find such things, we must.

My dear, in secrecy of thought
so silently, I should--
yet I cannot disrupt the quiet hum
or a weeping dove, disturb.

A vase of amber glass reflected
so kneel, and hemmed inside

I was sitting on a bench, and I saw a moth next to me. That inspired this poem...
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1.
Once
One night
With nothing to do
And nowhere I really needed to go
I went down and sat
On a bench
In the subway station
At night

And a greasy gray florescent bulb
Was the only light.

2.
I sat on a bench
And on the wall
Above my head
Graffiti, in weary letters, proclaimed
Various half imagined truths
And called each other names.

She was wrong--
she won't admit it
She is lonely--
she won't let you see it

She is trapped--
but she won't say so
She is sad--
but she won't cry

She is broken--
but she refuses to crack,
She is searching
for what life seems to lack

She's alone in a crowd--
but she puts on a smile
and acts fine for a while
becuase she is proud

I've got to tell you something,
a strange story indeed,
it happened just yesterday,
when I went out, you see...

I went to town to see my friends,
but my friends did not see me.
It was such an odd feeling,
this invisibility.

It must've been the cloak I wore
that made me so transparent,
or maybe it was a trick of the light,
though I'm not so scientific

Whenever I waved or said hello
they'd no response to give,
my voice went through their ears just like
clear water through a sieve