Regular Poem: I can’t be

10 Apr

“I can’t be half a person for you,”
I read.
She said
it nebulously
for the world to read,
the “you” was obviously
someone specific
but also everyone.

She won’t hide her pain
and pretend
that part of her doesn’t exist
for you
(specific “you” and general “you”

I read it,
and it sounded poetic to me,
and I imagined
noir lighting,
a face half-shrouded in shadows,
a silk negligee,
a mournful muted trumpet
on the radio
wailing softly
as she blew smoke
toward the camera,
the venetian blinds casting
beams of equally muted light
around the black and white room.
And she’s saying the words
in a growling whisper.

Yes, it sounded
poetic to me,
but did it sound true?

I can’t be half a person, either.
I’m lucky if I can be just one person
without spilling into another.



2 Responses to “Regular Poem: I can’t be”

  1. thelastthingido1 25 February 2015 at 10:01 AM #

    This is wonderful. I love how a lot of your poems really have a strong ending, a punch that makes you remember it.

    • TheBestofAlexandra 25 February 2015 at 12:26 PM #

      I always kind of feel cheesy when I write a particularly punchy ending line, but I can’t let a thing go unresolved. If I let myself, I would end everything I ever write or do with “in conclusion.” So, in conclusion, I’m glad you like that sort of thing.

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