Reverse Psychology

my own personal asylum.

I know

there is this bright blue piano

in this catalogue

on my desk

 

it’s on the cover

and it’s just so pretty

my fingers can hardly stand it

they keep tip tapping away

in a melody that I might have remembered

consciously

 

my hair is in a French braid

down my neck

my nails need to be clipped

instead of torn

they're much too long

and scratching up my legs

with red pinpoints of almost straight lines

from knee to ankle

all the way up my calves

 

the lights are pouring in through the glass

mountains obscure the sunset

but I'm still holding onto daylight

dark instincts beginning to kick in

 

eyes glassed over with talk of something bigger

than my fist

the globe is spinning faster

than I can put my hands around it

 

there are spoons sitting in old cereal

clothes strewn about the closet

I swear it’s already clean

things are on hangers

dirty socks in the washing machine

 

paper cranes littering my sense of thought

with promises of good luck

despite the fact I'm mercilessly under five hundred

they have no hopes of flying yet

 

I fold my hands in my lap

the fairy tale stories taking their leave

as my eyes begin to open

there are stars and open spaces

water and coffee

and grey great Danes

 

reality begins to take hold

the edges beginning to tear in half

like really good 8x10 photo paper

torn in pieces half an inch above my eyelashes

making small talk with the stars above my head

I am a mic cord tangled in knots

preventing the blinds from opening

the curtains are staying shut

 

this is so frustrating

fighting sleep

my clock needs to overdevelop

leave some time in between the white spaces

that the shades leave when they open

Reviews

[Jessica M.]

"the curtains are staying shut"
that stanza was very craftily placed in the poem.
there is no escape, not even a glimpse of it.
nice write.

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

The descriptions here are vivid and amazing.
I love these lines:
" am a mic cord tangled in knots
preventing the blinds from opening
the curtains are staying shut"
You turn this setting that would be considered routine into an artistic lair of details!