I Wrote A Good Omelet
I wrote a good omelet…and ate
a hot poem… after loving you
Buttoned my car…and drove my
coat home…in the rain…
after loving you
I goed on red…and stopped on
green…floating somewhere in between…
being here and being there…
after loving you
I rolled my bed…turned down
my hair…slightly
confused but…I don’t care…
Laid out my teeth…and gargled my
gown…then I stood
…and laid me down…
To sleep…
after loving you
Nikki Giovanni
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The nights are the hardest…
The darkest…
I knew once…love like that…
Or I knew it too many times…
Nothing to hold me…
My dreams are left with nothing to desire…
This stomach crumples in resignation…
I knew once…love like that…deeper and thoughtful…
The hope that my phone evokes,
For a care to beep…
Just a string of letters, so little it takes…
But the love I once knew….satiated and some more…
But it seems to be gone now…
Sometimes digging for it on these forums and apps (gosh! I hate it!)…
Not that I am clinging to any memory of you…
It’s just that…love like that…
I no longer know where to look for it…
