can’t stop numbering my poems

by christycelia

1.we talk through
bubbles of conversation.
she says “my body is
punishment for my mind
its haphazard math equations –
for sense-making
love-making.”

2. we ask for advice.
waiting, waiting for all other
tormented souls to help.
shame. shame on all who
walk their high roads
talk to us with glazed looks.
but who is any better than the fool?

3. we commit to love.
it’s all that’s left when we are
alone at night.
hit out the lights
eyes open
mind floating
pull out a fright.
serenity is not found in the dark
just new color schemes
invented dreams
trying to make their mark.

4. we assuage pain in
another glass. and
bubbles
of conversation.

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