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b e mccomb
Poems
Aug 2016
upset
i've had a
good day
remembered
to water my
plants
drank two cups
of coffee
didn't feel the
irrepressible need to
scream at my family
drowned in a
stranger's spaghetti
(okay so maybe
i could have lived
without the whole
swimming through pasta
it starts to wrap around
and choke you after awhile)
found out that
apparently i'm
the nicest person
at work because
i'm the only one who
doesn't want to
throw karen out
the picture window
(i mean i do
i just don't admit it
because that
would be mean.)
i kept looking up
to the bells on the door
remembering yesterday
when i saw the face
of one of the dearest
ladies i've ever known
(i don't know if
she saw me)
and then for some
reason she turned
directly around and
rushed down the
front steps and
didn't come back in
maybe it wasn't her
maybe an emergency
but the question's
eating at me.
slipping back and forth
here and there
into the mindset that maybe
i owe it to them
(i don't want to go
anywhere on monday
nights but i don't
want to tell you that)
then hitting myself
in the head because
what have i been
saying so long?
i don't owe
anybody anything.
i've had a
good day
or a day
that wasn't bad
(just tied my
spine into knots
and i tried the
downward dog
but the dog
knocked me down)
so i'm not sure
why the veins in
my arms are aching
and the muscles
in my elbows
compressing
as if
even
like i'm not
brutally aware
that my wrists are
not currently
available for
extended slitting
so i don't
know why
they're so
upset
then again
i don't
know why
i'm so
upset
either
i mean
i've had
a good day
******.
Copyright 8/5/16 by B. E. McComb
#suicide
#depression
#selfharm
#upset
#work
#goodday
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