You damaged me so
deeply that I want nothing
to do with you now.
original poetry and haiku
You damaged me so
deeply that I want nothing
to do with you now.
for Lindsay
She has magic
in her fingertips
and glitter
on her lips,
creating communities of
catalog clippings and
magazine men
on canvas and foam board
with rubber cement
and the sparkle
in her eyes.
Paper strangers
become neighbors
with the shape of her hands,
as she carefully selects
her sticky society,
giving the two-dimensional
souls the chance
to connect
with us.
They speak
with their eyes,
causing us to pause,
reflect and wonder,
and remind us
that glue
is thicker
than blood.
It was as if
we were on a mountain top --
beautiful view, serene scene,
solid footing --
and then,
all of the sudden,
your new best friend
showed up
and the two of you
parachuted off
the mountain together,
leaving me utterly alone.
The moment you left the mountain,
an earthquake erupted,
causing the ground to
disappear from under me.
Ever since, I've been clinging
to a tree root on the side of the mountain;
trying not to die.