standing by the back screen door
watching you wash dishes
writing love letters to others
just for kicks
moving down on taylor
dinner with your father
looking for a mailbox
this is a picture of a cowboy that he drew me
letters scrawled across the bottom spell "i love you"
this is a taste of your right ear lobe can't you hear me
this is a taste of your left elbow don't you feel it
the same feeling as that sexton poem brings me: http://ifjuly.diaryland.com/iremember.html
3 Comments (since 1 Aug 2012)
ifjuly
standing by the back screen door watching you wash dishes writing love letters to others just for kicks moving down on taylor dinner with your father looking for a mailbox this is a picture of a cowboy that he drew me letters scrawled across the bottom spell "i love you" this is a taste of your right ear lobe can't you hear me this is a taste of your left elbow don't you feel it the same feeling as that sexton poem brings me: http://ifjuly.diaryland.com/iremember.html
AlicejustMay
Anne Sexton... I remember the first poem of hers I read and being blown away: Ringing the Bells...
AlicejustMay
"...because we mind by instinct like bees caught in the wrong hive..."