Ice Cold Toxic Milkshake
I fell into my morning bed
the tears turned my sheets blue
the bed couldn’t stand the quake
my sister made a quick streak
for my mom…she was the balm
i hurt all over…it was over
had it even started?
infatuation indistinguishable
from real love…I didn’t know yet
the midnight shift
sifting the hours, as i served
muffins and milkshakes
stunned…i had not the boldness
nor the madness, yet the vision
of iced cold toxic milk
thrown into the ho’s chest
would have been icing on the cruel night
she’d shone up with my puppy
I didn’t love but i didn’t know it then
(say’n this with a southern accent
makes this so much sweeter) but
i was an upstater, a New York date
my sister made a quick streak
for my mom…she was the balm
if’n i hurt now, i lean on the next best thing
muffins and milkshakes
an ice cold toxic milk
to get rid of the ilk
truly this guy wasn’t the greatest
though he shared the name of a president
not present…guys don’t know how to break
up and girls ignore guys in the worst way
i know…i did that once
i saw said guy a year later (not the heartbreaker)
he said if i ever broke up with my husband call him
he wanted me to go out the next night - i agreed
and did NOT…we all break hearts, and keep,
hopefully, our real lives straight
6/20/2023
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment