Waiting for Godot II

July 25, 2010 at 7:30 pm Leave a comment

All day I sat by that window
but you didn’t come
my faith wasn’t strong enough or
good enough for you, I guess.
Do you know how long a day is
for a nine-year-old?

All these years later and I still
feel the anger cut through my skin.
I was a mermaid turned human
walking on legs of glass shards.
You were the glass.

The moon came out early that day
its skin scarred like a bad case of acne.
Are there antibiotics for the moon?

Reminds me of the time I got chicken pox
and I thought it was so cool I
walked up to strangers and smiled
and they didn’t laugh at all.
Neither did I when it got itchy, later.

I thought I had an insight
but it’s late and my thumb hurts
because I caught it on a sharp piece
of metal jutting from my wallet.

It cut so deep I had to put a band-aid on.


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