Worry
A Poem by Lisa Williams
Burnt, my lip is like a bubble. Like a pillow. I shouldn’t touch it but I can’t stop. I push against it and feel its lack of feeling, I wonder if it’s filled with liquid, if it will burst when pressed too hard, coating, soaking, my chin, making me run for the bathroom to wash it clean. I worry it like I worry thoughts of you. I don’t know if you are more to me than the nearly everything you were before, but my mind wanders moseys meanders to you. I wonder and I worry, and sometimes it’s not my lip I’m thinking of but yours. I’m sorry that you make me cry -- it’s something that I just can’t help. I am thankful for my scalded lip. It’s a good excuse to think of you.
© 2011 Lisa Williams
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"I push against it and feel its lack of feeling" I love that line, especially when put in place with the metaphor :)
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Added on September 20, 2011
Last Updated on September 21, 2011
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