Solo
Eating a burger.
Lettuce falls out.
A week likes to be that way.
The sky is like a funeral.
Uncomfortable.
Gripping the arm rests.
On this rocket ship.
I live alone.
I have a bag of clothes that I don’t wear much.
That I used to wear sometimes.
Means a lot to me.
That old t-shirt?
I remember everything.
Except the hospital.
And what noon is.
Someone like me.
Who has headaches.
And rubber arms.
Like me.
A whole planet like me.
This solo investigation.
They didn’t give me anything.
Not even a raincoat.
To travel to Mars and other places.
Yet I-
Remembered to bring a pen and notebook.
Into the flat landscape.
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
