Tuesday, April 28, 2009

nous sommes des animaux

i say
we are the animals
you just stare
you stare too hard
you say
nous sommes des animaux
and i say
you are using me
for a character in
your stupid book
and i say
you are using me for
a green card
you say
nous sommes des animaux
i can't breathe on the bus
and again in bed
i hold my hands up
to channel the breath
you say
nous sommes des animaux
you say
its okay
its okay
you say
nous sommes des animaux
i say
you need to be slapped
you say
you need to be whipped
i don't want to be whipped
your half nelson
is better than mine
i say
j'ai besoin d'une fessée
i say
i don't think they liked me
you say
you are wrong
they liked you just fine
you say
calm down
jane eyre

6 comments:

Meggie said...

i can't get enough of this poem.

P. H. M. said...

just dropping in to blurt that your piece at bearcreekfeed about the second favorite girl in brooklyn, that was very heartfelt and to the point. i dug it a lot. i wish i would have known what happened to julia there in the last two sections, but i think you made the right call to not fully tell me. i think i was being a lazy reader maybe. good work.

Mariana Soffer said...

My words are small things;
thoughts without meaning
semi-conscious hallucinations…
while yours grow as
wild flowers;

BlogSloth said...

A french title? OK. Read every single Simone memoir (she has what 6?) and write more sonnets.

OK, I will drink a glass of red wine 2night for you.

Harry Salmenniemi said...

very nice poem! greetings from finland (now, u have readers here, too)

emma said...

wow kendy. just wow.