Thursday, June 28, 2012

she tasted fine then

before the ship sinks
we're grasping for glaciers
and spare planks of wood or
thought.

how did we get here? it's
not my fault; i was overdrawn
and i certainly had my
moments.

now i lay open-faced on the table
hoping i can still complete a breath
tomorrow. when you feast,
please

leave me a crumb or two of
what i used to be: i don't really
miss her but she tasted fine
then.

04.17.2012

[shared this week at the Poetry Pantry over at Poets United. xo]

2 comments:

Jack said...

Great opening verse.

The ending was sad, and I'm sure many can relate to it.

Dana Leah said...

thanks, Jack. i appreciate the read and the comment. i do hope it's relatable on some level. x