Heyo. Here’s some poetry that I wrote last night. I had no internet access, so somehow I got a lot done.
What is the feeling
That you get
In the pit of your stomach
When you know you’ve forgotten something
But for the life of you
You can’t remember!
It’s a heavy feeling
Like someone threw a rock down your throat
And it sank to the pit
Of your stomach
Oh,
But look now!
It’s crawling up your throat!
And got stuck
It’s too big,
And your esophagus cannot
Hold it in
But you don’t want to gag
God that would be embarrassing
Look at all the people sitting around you!
Or if you’re alone in your house
Think of your neighbors
Who are sitting at their window
With a pair of binoculars
Staring into your windows
Watching you all day
Seeing what you’re doing
Because, see, they have nothing better to do
Geez, aren’t you a little paranoid?
Do you honestly think that they have no life?
Oh, here’s my favorite quote:
“Just because I’m paranoid
Doesn’t mean they aren’t following me!”
That’s rather applicable to my own life
See, when I was a kid,
I always thought that my neighbors,
Who didn’t like my family because I went to a private school
I thought that their kid,
God only knows what his name was,
Was watching me all the time
I was a rather vain kid
But I must admit,
I never told anyone
I must have had some sense of
…
Propriety?
What’s the word I want to use?
Don’t you hate it when
You knew a really good word
But the words in front of it
Took too long to write
Or type
Or whatever
And you completely forgot it
It gets caught between the other words
Hiding between the letters of into
Or, in my case,
Between some and sense.
Or is it gobbled by I must?
Who knows?
And another peek into my childhood brain:
One thing
That I used to occupy my time
When I was little
And had all the time in the world
Was imagining what numbers’ personalities were
Well, four had a vanity issue
Because both six and eight liked her
But then sixteen had a special place in her heart
And five was her father figure
Keeping her safe from the six
But then her little brother 3
He really looked up to her
And fell hopelessly in love with 9
Who was many years older than he
And had no interest whatsoever
But led him on
Poor three
And what of one and two?
Well, they were on their honeymoon.
What a cute couple
And seven, that devil,
He was vacationing in Barbados.
(c) Caitlin Wynkoop All rights reserved.
