Actually
A Poem
Published in
Feb 25, 2021
Copping to resentment
she empties the purse
of all the pills
all the coping mechanisms
tidy in their obliterating need
All the dives we’ve lived in
before now, and now
the houses that bear the brunt
of our hate and disdain
actually holding up more than that
But we’re all ignoring
the other stuff, we’re all taken
with our own greed, a delight
that swallows the one good eye
but doesn’t leave anything
beside you in the morning
Bricked up on all sides
three floors of it
the party always on the one
though no mystery
in slipping upstairs with a cougar
to try and show the library
She’d read right through my play
Coming outside to confess
all the mistakes to
the stain-less fence
and stark lines erupt through
the face
as you wonder what just
happened
J.D. Harms 2021
