time is a braid we've clumsily woven
itchy fingers clutching and pulling over one another
time knots and frays along the line
some threads trimmed off like split ends on chinese hair
but the big knurled clumps we
never unravel. never untangle.
should we run our hot, trembling fingertips
up and down the looping weave
we'll get rope burn.
some days i want to take up a big sturdy pair of kitchen scissors and just
slice off the great big knots we never took care of.
but i'll wait, peeling fingers pulling
strand over strand
while you sit back for an afternoon snooze
i'll wait till the sun burns low, through the window
and the clock strikes midnight
when all our string runs out and
you're at the end of the line.
will you go out and buy me more?
no, i'll do it myself- up and out of our flat we
never waited five years to get.
YOU ARE READING
heartburn expulsion
Poetryan ongoing collection of the love poems of nobodi. the full anthology of nobodi's poetry, "i'll never be a poet", can be found on wattpad as well.
