Lauren Michaels Poems
|44.||A Simple Song For Home In The Height Of Summer||7/19/2006|
|45.||Notes On Our Stay||9/3/2006|
|46.||Still (What Would Have Been Dignified)||9/9/2006|
|48.||An Attempt At Haiku||5/14/2006|
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Notes On Our Stay
Meek now, the night subsiding
We hunch our shoulders against the cold
And troop more than traipse home.
Coffee because its too late to sleep
Cigarettes because we're too sick to eat.
And always talking, like breathing, loud.
Waiting the night out, laughing fatigued
And slumped, shoes kicked off on the floor.
Holding to things irritrievable.
The whole world awake, past the door.
I burst out of the stillness of sleep.
Pollute the night with a cacophony of sound.
My hard heartbeat roaring
My heavy chest heaving.
My sorry hands Sweating.
And when relief again quiets me.
And darkness then cushions me.
And slumber slips heavy about my eyes.
I tell myself nothing has changed.