To My Ex, Rae

An hour-long ride on the bus, which you never
Have taken, has brought me from there to here,
Your gingerbread house on a hill in the suburbs
To frost-buckled pavement, and blocks of buildings
With boards for windows, what you would call
Hell. Now, I live in one room, and the heat's
Intermittent. The drug dealers' customers
Come down the hall, hoarsely whispering,
Constantly, dawn until dawn, so I lay on this
Murphy bed, but I don't sleep. Clouds, you
Could say, but without silver linings. The dull
Winter sky's only lining is lead. Still, I'm not
Disappointed. It gives me a shield that will
End my exposure to you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-23 at 11:49

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