"overwound" poems
wine stains on the shelf
a flash of irritation ended
coverless on the couch
separateness lingers into morning
politeness papers over open wounds
where repairs could have been made
memory wire refuses to uncoil
we'd overwound the pound-shop threads
of our connection
scraped each filament to fronds
that could part at any moment
but didn't
we argue our differences, forget
to celebrate our samenesses
sensing barriers
where none are
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
We trusted you with what we love
and you broke it
jammed a fat stick in its spokes,
overwound the mechanism,
twisted the arm at a funny angle
til it snapped
haphazardly snatched at the parts
applied inappropriate glue,
pointed to one or two others, then skulked away
pretending to have never touched it,
or even been there that day
even broken its worth can still be seen
with eyes that choose to,
heard with ears not deaf from
formless brays of sycophants
who may or may not be in the mirror
we will stickle it
every little bit of it
we will fix it like new new new
Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 12:41 PM UTC