Laurence Overmire

Two Timing - Poem by Laurence Overmire

I took myself to a party
We sat in a corner
Nervous and out-of-place
With nobody to talk to but
Ourselves, and not being
Schizophrenic, that didn’t
Seem like a very good option

So we didn’t say anything
We just looked at each other
And wished we were
Somewhere else, the other
So alone outside myself, I
Wondered how he could possibly
Keep it all together.

(Previously published in Temenos, May 2007)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2008

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