Flies stuck in bubble gum
Terror, spastic, frantic
Angry eyes, yelling for freedom.
Chomp chomp
Grinding of teeth
Sawing off the corners
Grits, sand, sandpaper
Rough paper that makes it smooth.
Wooden racing cars
Lick the side without a sliver
Silver-like, metal wet,
Cold like clocks
Face clocks, sneezing, wiggle nose.
Being chased, running, confidence to win the race
Short shorts and hairy legs, mud stuck like flour on egg wash
Dinner served too early, too cold
Demands not satisfied
Expectations not met
Beat her down until she’s too scared to say hello, too look you in the eyes.
What would your mother say?
Cotton sheets with the blood from sex
Insistent on staining, the memory never forgotten,
((((The other half)))
Overlooked embarrassment.
Speak, bark, purr, cry, scream
Silence will protect no once from the truth,
Eyeliner smeared, crushed into the mirror
Powder on her lap, slowly, carefully being applied
Perfection, incision, precision
Cut by shame, held up by stubborn
There is love somewhere dark in his eyes
The corners of his mouth twitches
I hate it when he looks at me that way
I become goo,
Baby eyes, baby, goodness
Blue sea eyes, who did they come from?
They see everything, tell everything
Looking into his eyes, they speak a different language
One only I can hear, he figures me deaf
But precisely I listen,
to every lie they leak a tear.
Lizards crawl up the wall, good luck
I hope it gets better.
No tongues, slimy, mysterious pattern of it’s own
Cursed roaches creep under the floor boards
Antennas like fingers wiggling in spaghetti
Panic, find the path, the maze.
Honey, honey bear, grizzly bear, baby
Grizzly, they love the honey
The honey bear, loves the baby bear.
Grizzly, honey, opposite but can’t live without each other,
Dependent, independent
Slimey slick sticky snakes slither silently down her throat
Consuming her control, castrates her cosmic cannibalism,
To eat.
Texture really matters, presentation,
The way it looks on a plate,
White background, mug-shot,
That must have been pretty.
We are all our own food, complimenting each other
In creative, extravagant ways.
Some flavors overpower, others
Season the other to taste terrible.
But maybe it makes them look nice,
Coincide,
Looks and complementing,
Looks and taste,
Opposite, but maybe that’s what’s wrong with us.
Were too caught up in the fact that we look so pretty together
But we don’t taste good together,
Or maybe it’s just an acquired taste.
Old, age, time, acquired, to grow old
To feel young always.
Kaitlyn,
ReplyDeleteI don't think you should have been embarrassed about this at all- I love it. There is so much going on that seems to go together despite its randomness. It took me a few reads and I seemed to pick up on a few themes or things that seemed to repeat themselves that I think are really neat.
First off is your referencing to taste. In the first part there is a lot of texture and taste references and then you later mention in the second part about food and dinner. I love at the end when you write "Maybe it's just an acquired taste." I thought that linked with the relationship presented in the poem. For example you write that “presentation matters” in the dinner, the dinner that you rejected in the beginning. Then there is this tie in at the end about two people being caught up in looking nice together. I seemed to get the idea that you were talking about perception and looks, and how things don’t always taste how they look. As if there is this broken relationship that looks nice on the outside yet doesn’t taste good or work. This seems to be emphasized again when you write “looks and complimenting,” “looks and taste,” ”opposite but maybe that’s what’s wrong with us,” I thought that was really neat how this metaphor of your dinner seems to be parallel to the relationship your explaining (if that’s what it is—but from my interpretation could be) “we are all our own food, complementing each other.” I think again references people and relationships which I thought was really neat. I love how this idea of what’s on your plate, taste, texture and looks all play into this poem I think it’s really awesome.
I also think that the second half of this possesses some really authentic language. I love the part where you write
“honey,honey bear,grizzly bear,baby
Grizzly, they love the honey
Grizzley,honey, opposite but can’t live without each other
Dependent, independent”
I thought that was very playful but then connected to the deeper meaning of the poem which I seemed to get was about two people in this relationship that they seem to want to get to work- yet are realizing that the ‘tastes’ are different and don’t complement each other in the way that they appear to on the outside. I found it to be maybe about a first relationship and losing innocence and virginity. The girl in the poem felt that that first person should be meant for her but realized that he wasn’t- and then it is compared to a dinner plate.
Not sure if this helped at all- but I think you’ve got a really strong poem here with the entire thing so definitely keep the other half!
—Taylor
thank you so much! this really helped!
ReplyDeletethank you so much! this really helped!
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