(Written on 1/26/10)
The Ex
it's just wondrous when you see your ex
fiance unexpectedly on campus
passing you by without a hitch in his step
a presumably awkward exchange avoided
by unintentional (or purposeful) lack of eye contact
you look away then look back again
making sure it's the face you recognize
the face you said "I love you" to
for so long
the receding hairline at the age of 25
short, curly dark brown hair
you used to give him haircuts
with a Wahl razor you bought just for him
now sitting idle in your bathroom cabinet
next to
feminine products you no longer use because
of the Depo you're on because
when you're not engaged, you don't want
spawn, to reproduce
anything but that
your breath is caught in your
chest your heart beats irregular
you stop after passing the window
to the room he entered
math tutoring center where
you used to meet him after
class, playing World of Warcraft and
making nerdy jokes
just two years ago
you turn around and head towards the
bathroom, wondering if he noticed you
and if he did, wondering if he noticed
your unease
your nervousness
your indecision about
whether you should say hello
or not
you pass by once more
looking the opposite direction
hoping he's looking in yours
a quick glance before the window passes--
the computer screen more interesting
than his ex fiance outside of the window
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"One evening I took beauty in my arms- and I thought her bitter- and I insulted her."
ReplyDeleteLol @ 'anything but that.' That little section could almost be it's own poem.
Write about pain, write within pain, write without pain, and above all write upside down whenever you get the chance.
It's interesting that you say that, because a poem idea about seeing the world upside down is brewing in my head.
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