Tuesday, May 4, 2010

rings on fingers, laughter in lungs

There's a joke you used to tell
but I don't remember it too well
it's on the tip of my tongue
-like so many other things-
the faint laughter in my lungs
and casual twisting of my favorite rings
fade into nothingness
I ain't bluffing this
but one sliver of happiness
still lingers
like fingers
trailing down my shirt
except now, your phantom touch hurts
dislocated from the present
but I don't resent it
And even when I'm not wearing my rings,
I absentmindedly twist the metal that isn't there
like an old joke lingering in the surrounding air

3 comments:

  1. ohhhh this is beautiful. not your pain, of course, but the way in which you explain it. gorgeous poem.
    try to focus on the happiness you find elsewhere. =)

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  2. thanks so much kate.
    i was literally trying to remember a joke someone told me- it was this weird random flashback i had- and it really bothered me i couldn't remember it... so i turned that feeling into this haha. it wasn't so much about pain as just remembering what you don't want to and not remembering what you do want to

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  3. oh i see! i've definitely had that feeling before, and i agree, it sucks. lol

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