a red blazer over jeans, trying for
an insouciant authority which would not
have set naturally on her. More in character
the Einstein t-shirt, the clock lapel pin spilling springs,
the unmanageable hair. Her students tell
how on the first day they caught her
snapping the hospital bracelet from her wrist
with wire-cutters (carried in her pocket
like a car thief). But as the term slipped on
and her hair fell out how she vanished
into sickness and pleaded
sickness, sometimes before their eyes
she vanished, dragged
into an unmanageable world by nothing
they could see. She has disconnected
her phone and lied to her family. Something
has stolen her, and we are not sure
she will know her own face,
or meet her eyes when they catch her
out from milk cartons.
WOW! I like this a lot even though it is disturbing.
Glad you like it. To me it seems like one of those terrible whiney poems I had hoped to be done writing..... Oh well.
I think it's like a Sylvia Plath poem; has the same power. It's not whiney at all.
Can I post a poem on your site. I wouldnt mind getting some feedback from your fans on my form of personal expression. I am a novice. Your kindness would be greatly appreciated.