Category: Poetry

A Seat at the Table

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I don’t want the shallow conversation,
The one-sided silent heartbreak that comes
every time the minutes to turn hours and then days.

The petty recourse like half-warm leftovers,
Sitting alone at the table
waiting to be pushed around carelessly by a fork.

I don’t need to eat,
I just want a seat at the table.

I don’t want the whole,
I just want a piece of the process.

The muscle memory,
Eyes closed, breathing out
and waiting for the pregnant pause:

Read, but not responded.

Commercial Breaks

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I could hear them screaming
as the bulkheads began
to unfasten

where is God when the masses
are thrown out to salt shake
for your own
past mistakes?

But hey –
the telephone bill is cheaper
and by this time next year,
we’ll all be rich or dead
and thank Christ for that.

I’m too tired to wait for either;
these commercial breaks take too long
man.