Monday, November 14, 2011

work in progress--not finished yet

I tell myself "just get through the day,"
drowning the silence with some david gray.
pray for a bottle of wine,
curse myself-- I just need a makeshift novocaine
from time to time.

sitting on the couch with you and your roommates,
it distressed me how I couldn't connect
sometimes I feel so separate from the norm
I wasn't nervous, just wondering why I can't...
and did it embarrass you?

I hope not. I feel my heart sink to my knees
at the thought.
There's just never enough time in the day to put out the best I've got.

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