A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier



Always falling backwards,

enough to lose

my breath,

and in the pain

of life,

I find an apprehensive



Looking through

cheap liquor store sunglasses,

lighting a heater

and sitting on a curb,

it can be hard

to beg for money,

and harder not to.


I cross my legs in the street,

put on fresh lipstick,

and pretend to talk

on a broken cell phone,

it all makes sense

to me.


But funny

how the world works,

I am a monkey

in the wrench,

and a blank page

of some famous book.


Waiting to hear

change rattle,

in my dirty

paper cup.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier

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Very simple and quite good. It makes you think about the meaning of the words. Great job.


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Added on August 21, 2009
Last Updated on August 30, 2010
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