My White Shirt
you remind me
of a nose bleed
on a short day
far too much blood
for such a little cut
I wore a white shirt
I prayed for rain
I walked through
the rooms
& whispered to
keep up with
the quiet
it was a sin
to stand out
a sin to shout
if you transgress
they hose you clean
in the back room
with a
running tap
with four
white walls
& easy chairs
grinning like insanity
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Hi. I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately and owe you more than this note, but those easy chairs grinning at me reminded me that I’d better get off my duff. Hope you’re well and forgiving.
This poem is excellent in so many ways. I love it and I love this blog. I also love the wonderful woman who runs it!
And I love the woman who makes these comments!