August 31, 2010

(What’s The Story) Morning Glory

Sun cracks through the window that we hastily covered
with a giggling fit
four hours before,
the perfect method for us
for anything
or so it seemed back then
as the alarm blared
soft irritation
and I hid against you
knowing I had to get out of bed
run away to my own room
put some clothes on, for fuck’s sake,
before our parents woke
and caught us

but your arms wanted me to stay

even as you squirmed,
uncomfortable as always with the nakedness
of a body I’d learn you hated
you still wanted me against you
your heart seemingly desperate to connect us
thin wire of flesh joining us into one
with electric pulses
but we joined in other ways
again
even though it was dangerous and awkward
or maybe because of it

Hours later,
I sat downstairs at the table,
staring at cereal
Mom asking me why we were always so tired
Dad saying it was because we were up all night
and we passed knowing glances
knowing the story they wouldn’t
and knowing,
as we got on the bus for school
and thoughts of love being made
turned to thoughts of the day ahead,
that these mornings would always be
glories of the past we cherished,
conquest of our bodies we shared only with each other
forever
and even now
with my fingers clacking in despair against plastic,
knowing how it’s changed for you,
I feel that way.

I never write poetry here, but my stupid paws and brain wouldn’t do anything else. Hopefully, that’s cool, and you can enjoy. This is, theoretically, from the currently untitled book of poetry to come after the one I’m working on for my thesis. It’s a lovely memoir from one character attempting to deal with her life and how her relationship with her sibling has affected it. And yes, just like Why I Am Here, Even Today has all the titles pointlessly pulled from Presidents of the United States of America songs, this one has titles all pulled from Oasis songs. Point is, it’s part of a longer work of storytelling, and so I apologize if it doesn’t make a lot of sense out of context. Come back tomorrow for something more relevant to this blog, hopefully.

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