debbie millman

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Poetry Tuesday: Rejection

It was a tin doll house you gave me and when you
assembled it your hands bled
and I knew you loved me.

This is how it was presented to me, love was;
it made me envious to watch the blood drip,
to taste the salty, metallic mess.

Your blatant skin and smoky eyes led me on.
You followed me everywhere.

But when I asked, you said no.
I pushed and inquired if by no, you meant no.

You spit, you tucked in your shirt, and you nodded.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

shit, you write good poems.

6/27/2006 12:47:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

fuck yeah.

7/10/2006 08:09:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

blatant skin? that's not even English. oh brother. you need more people around you who are willing to criticize your stuff.

7/16/2006 09:33:00 PM  

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