Regular Poem: And Margie’s at the Lincoln Park Inn

2 Apr

honestly
i was a lot more fun when i was just
angry
all the time

got a lot more accomplished
too
had more thoughts in my brain

of course
i was way more fun
when i was actually fun

that’s been too long ago to access
i don’t even like to open the window on that one

there are wafts of it that drift
through drafty windowsills
and crooked door jambs
sometimes though

i get phrases stuck in my head
have to say them out loud
or write them down
and still
they clank around
adhere here and there
until a different one
dislodges the previous

sometimes it’s something from old fun me
and it’s

like when you’re sweaty and overheated and
step out into the cool night
catch a breeze with a chill in it

so refreshing
until it’s not anymore

so here i am
out on the cold patio
clambering to get the door open
but it’s swollen with moisture
and i have to pull extra hard

and margie’s at the lincoln park inn

2 Responses to “Regular Poem: And Margie’s at the Lincoln Park Inn”

  1. Silver Screenings 4 April 2020 at 6:19 PM #

    I love this: “i don’t even like to open the window on that one”.

    I’ve missed your poetry. So glad to see you back. 🙂

    • TheBestofAlexandra 4 April 2020 at 6:34 PM #

      Thanks! Haven’t really felt like I had much to say lately. I still don’t, but I’d be disappointed with myself if I didn’t participate in National Poetry Writing Month.

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