Night Two At the Bar
she gave me tissue for the smeared makeup on my face
yeah i cried that night
and even during the day
I cried
for whatever reason
I still went to the local bar
hoping to watch a performance
- not necessarily to perform
the anxiety
it drenched me, yet cleansed me
it was scary
moments later, I was taking the mic
preparing to speak
I caught the same theme twice
I wondered whether or not God was talking to me
again I was asked for a line that would 'make things easier'
but this time it was a line with a twist
the line had to hint towards betrayal
and pain
and growth
the line had to be sweet
but cunning
the line had to be gentle
but pierce the ears of whoever heard it
a line
i thought to myself
and for whatever reason the crowd sat up
in anticipation, waiting for me, the amateur
i called the poem 'Carpentry'
and i went on to say
"I trusted the carpenter with the tasks of Carpentry, silly her, silly me"
the crowd rumbled
and I went on to say
"you and I grew older sitting under this tree, remember when we carved our names in the bark - you fooled me"
Copyright © Chante Reeves | Year Posted 2018
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