the silverware's all clean

A Poem by J. Randall Dodd

something made me think last night.

of you?

i don't know… i can't remember.

i don't know why i still feel like crying

to my reflection in the morning mirror.

he never seems to care.

maybe if i smiled more?

i've always been afraid of buzzing bees,

never tasted a strawberry, and

the sight of tomatoes grosses the hell outta me.

is that strange?

i've killed before.

well, more like accidental homicide.

i never meant to kill that squirrel on dove drive in '95

and that fish from 2^nd grade that i fed too much.

i believe in love at first sight.

i never told that girl in starbuck's

(the one with green eyes and curly, red hair)

that i loved her.

i regret that.

i believe love is a b***h.

so i pledged my love to her.

i regret that even more.

i love feeling truly happy.

i'm rarely truly happy.

does this mean i rarely love?

i always feel exhausted.

i hate this feeling.

i need this feeling.

maybe tomorrow.

© 2010 J. Randall Dodd

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KimLott

A great expression of the way love, or maybe lust, leaves us feeling and the way those feelings and thoughts jump at us unexpectedly while doing routine tasks, like the dishes. I found something I would change... I feel "second grade" would fit the flow better than "2nd grade," even if it doesn't exactly follow the rules that way. Merely my thoughts and nothing more. Finally, I really like the wandering, but not random, thoughts in the middle.
As always, enjoyable.