If you don’t wish to know, why do you
slip, slide under closed doors, take to
shadows, slither, hook-line-sinker-er into
the coat-rack with eyes wide, ears hungry;
why bend into the ceiling and lay as a rug to
one day be taken outside and beaten?
If you do not wish to know, stay
in the bottle, and do not come out. Stay
in the dinner plate, where only the
scrape of silver may reach you.
If you do not wish to know stop teething
on my skin, leech fearful of salt and dreams.
This afternoon—listen here; if you
must know, please, cut this damn lurking.
Ask. I am a window, stuck,
I need only a strong tug. Don’t break me.
6 thoughts on “Omissions”
Wow, I love this! Such attitude! Greetings from Houghton, Michigan, about 5 miles from the big lake..
Greetings! I grew up around the Great Lakes. Thanks for the comment!
and I used to work at Mt Rainier
This works well, nice flow and imagery. Good write poet ☺
Thank you for dropping by my page also ☺