waste me
like the food left on your thanksgiving plate
that your eyes were too big for
shove me to the side
sharp multi pronged object forcing me
off site

send me away
back into myself
cocoon
spreading wings not
back curved
fetal position
harmed but unwilling to admit pain

ignore me
like my eyes closed when you said girlfriend
like the lie: if you can't see them, they can't see you
like the silence that comes only for crazy new yorkers
who have closed their eyes and
shut their ears to the filth
and craze that surrounds

but love me still
with unanswered phone calls
deaf ears
untransmitted feelings
long kisses
and warm hands

through incongruity
and confusion
take me in deep
so i know i always have someplace to be
even if i know i can never stay

and i know i can never tell

Copyright © 2005 by Arin Lawrence