Indira Donegan Poems
|1.||Little Girl Playing Guitar||12/29/2012|
|5.||Thinking The Unthinkable||1/17/2016|
|7.||Intemperance Served Two Ways||1/24/2016|
|8.||Breaking The Man||7/19/2006|
|10.||Letter To Neftali||7/19/2006|
|11.||Into The West||7/19/2006|
|12.||Children Of An Najaf||7/19/2006|
|13.||The Trouble With Running||7/19/2006|
|14.||On Your Departure||7/19/2006|
|15.||All For Nothing||7/19/2006|
|16.||The Tragedy Of Compromise||7/19/2006|
The Tragedy Of Compromise
He had some growing up to do.
Oddly it was his boyish charm
That kept me perpetually interested.
That and the music.
My closest thing to a soul mate
When it came to musical preferences.
His body screamed of potential
Albeit weighed down a bit by
Fast food and take out.
It didn’t matter much,
Even though I noticed.
The way he ate was in a word,
Every pass of the fork from
Plate to mouth
Was unsure of itself.
At first I thought he was shy.
Maybe he was just intimidated.
When he laughed, his hand would
Cover his ...
The Trouble With Running
My biggest fear
(next to machete wielding 8 year-olds)
Is dying of dehydration in my sleep
Before a thorough session in a confessional.
I awaken, stifled and miserable,
Only to rise and see a
Body outlined on my sheets, my own
Sweat vice the traditional chalk.