John Courtney

Rookie - 8 Points (05-22-1982 / Philadelphia)

A Flower With Doors - Poem by John Courtney

the TV melts, I think
about Vicki, I press her
face against my walls.

I pull the plug
on my drink and begin
to think about how old she must be now,
woman-aged.

she can purchase her own cigarettes
that's probably why she doesn't want to see me.

I think of the dishes
waiting for me
in the other room
and I think Vicki was
a bitch anyway
or she'd be in the
other room

I stay in my chair
and watch her dance
on my walls.

I make the dog buy
me another drink and begin
to think about how old I must be now,
woman-aged.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 8, 2013


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