Part of a new series on this blog. If literary journals don't have a use for certain poems of mine and I find that I don't have a use for them either, they'll still have a home on Freak Machine Press.
Had to urge to revisit, review, and ultimately retire this one after getting back in contact with an ex-girlfriend. Yes, it's kind of in her voice.
Word to the wise: Don't start writing poems following an argument with your exes.
Wait a year or so.
She Explains How I Procrastinate
Your time between blinks would have been better spent
looking for my mind, my world, my life to change.
And why do you only offer to catch people when they
actually trip? Couldn’t you see once our eyes met mid-fall,
that I didn’t want the help of a dallier? You couldn’t even
get through the two-sided good-bye letter I handed you.
Rambling an excuse about beginning-to-end, I read aloud
the last part that faced me to get it over with. Even before
you moved to my place, your motivation to leave
wavered. To put it off, you pretended the constellations
decorating my new world were dust clouds spinning
over my shelves, which you had the audacity to wipe away.
I’d explain more but I’ve lost all patience. Look at you!
Just standing there, waiting for sentences to end.
--Chad Parenteau
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