Tuesday, October 18, 2016

New Poem

Wretched

My head is spinning.
No, not from overthinking,
literally spinning from the inside.
It's this damn tinnitus.
Gets me every time.

I'm going to barf.
I want to close my eyes
and sleep it off,
but it doesn't work that way.
And since I'm so miserable,
I might as well write poetry
and tell you, no,
I'm not horny right now (maybe later)
and please, will you understand
what I'm looking for?

I'm not some aging whore
wanting to be thrown away.
I want us to last a few seasons,
find a reason to talk every day,
look you in the eye and say,
"My God, but I love you,"
and, "God help me, I love you."

Go ahead now.
It's your turn to barf.

copyright 2016, Katherine Gotthardt
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