November 5, 2010

Sci-fi Girl, Vol. 2

Her arms too filled with concessions

she fails to reach for the lifeline

—Damned slippery resuscitations!—

but finds consolation in her juggling:

when marble is cheap we die for linoleum,

we put our faith in cork,

we carry our idols in our pockets.

She shuffles polite lies and

redistributes her ideals

and reminds herself to

put lotion on her elbows.

Somewhere in her inside jacket pocket,

—near to her heart—

is a pocket knife

scratched by derisiveness,

chipped by disappointment,

and honed by a large sense of patience.

She wishes she could hold it in her hand

just at that moment

and feel the weight of it.

After all, absence makes the lines go skew.


1 comment:

San said...

"Absence makes the lines go skew." Like the surprise of that.

Happy Thanksgiving.