Simona Terron Poems
|2.||Coffee And Cat||6/18/2006|
|4.||10 Piggy Protest Parade||6/18/2006|
|7.||Regret? You Bet||6/18/2006|
|8.||Bumper Sticker Advice||6/18/2006|
|9.||Rise Up Baby||6/18/2006|
|11.||The Taste Of Your Skin||9/1/2006|
|12.||Oh Fie! Office! ! !||6/18/2006|
|13.||No, We’re Not Friends Anymore||6/17/2006|
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No, We’re Not Friends Anymore
My freshly washed hair is still damp against my scalp
Bound by a plastic jaw with a squeaky hinge
In a knot that’s so tight it feels my ears are pulled back.
The air conditioning hums innocently, oblivious
To the tiny goose bumps raised along my nutty brown arms
And the hum in my head switches to a dull throb.
So many questions and half finished sentences
Swim frantically searching for a shore to lie panting on
They’re being chased by accusations waiting to attack.
There’s a fair dose of guilt waiting in the wings
Tallying up the who hurt whom, how ...