IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK | POETRY
My Soul Gurgles
The weighted laziness of life
I hide loudly
in plain sight
tucked so tightly
within myself
lying dormant
underneath
the weighted laziness of my life
here
where fear
has found its soulmate apathy
they lounge
spooning together in
perfect
cursed union
finishing each other’s thoughts
you’re right
don’t
keep low you
won’t
get hurt
they invite pity for a threesome
find complete
inactive bliss
shhhhh
she whispers seductively
no one is noticing you
anyway
they roll and they roll
and they roll
knowing
they are welcomed
feeling
seen at last
This throuple
so content living
beneath the bowels of my life
loving
without laughter
comforting
without touch
around and around and around
they tumble
my soul gurgles with
their empty movements
hungry