To the Man in a Loden Coat [re: emotional lability]
Hey, mister man in a loden coat standing in front of me on the escalator and blocking my way— I know I'm self absorbed, particularly at this hour, 5:22 to be precise and I need to make the 5:25 home— don't you know that in this city, in this life, we walk on the left, stand on the right?
Don't tell me to chill out, don't tell me to "breathe," I hate breathing I mean unless it is happening without my knowing it, which is, thank God, most of the time,
and don't tell me life is long because it actually isn't it's all I can do not to give you a sweet shove on your rich loden back, same as all the bottled-up left-lane travelers behind me want to do to my own navy-clad shoulder, a nice blue to your green, like water for the earth, sky for the forest, green and blue a tea for two, etc., among the vistas that call me home now, at 5:23, about to miss the bus, so would you please
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To the Man in a Loden Coat [re: emotional lability]
Hey, mister
man in a loden coat
standing in front of me
on the escalator and blocking my
way—
I know
I'm self absorbed,
particularly at this hour,
5:22 to be precise and I need
to make the 5:25 home—
don't you know that in this city,
in this life, we
walk on the left,
stand on the right?
Don't tell me to chill out,
don't tell me to "breathe,"
I hate breathing
I mean unless it is happening
without my knowing it,
which is, thank God, most of the time,
and don't tell me life is long
because it actually isn't
it's all I can do not to
give you a sweet shove
on your rich loden back,
same as all the bottled-up
left-lane travelers
behind me want to do
to my own navy-clad shoulder,
a nice blue to your green,
like water for the earth,
sky for the forest,
green and blue a tea for two,
etc., among the vistas
that call me home now,
at 5:23, about to miss the bus,
so would you please
MOVE OVER?
by Deborah Garrison
If you say "I love you", would you rather that I cry inappropriately or laugh inappropriately?
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