
I hate
when daylight fades before I am ready I
don’t speak as well with my mouth open
someday the habit will grow lichen
begging the sky to stay alive for one more
minute. The water is cold! It feels
God I understand
how it feels now. What are you
thinking about? Let this be a warning
sometimes when I start crying I
can’t stop. How does the earth
keep spinning? You can’t just
say it does, tell me how do I
bruise so easily in the winter wait
wait wait wait you’re moving
the world is moving too quickly.
I’m sorry. Anything but leave me
alone here point out a place on the map
and we’ll go there. I’ve tried
clasping it in my hands
prefer to be open
the door. I can’t! I have too much
to carry. It’s so late, not
now it’s too late. God
I am ready for something
good to happen to me. Maybe. Please?
I love
Poem by Natasha Bredle
Image by Adam Strong
Natasha Bredle is a writer based in Cincinnati. She likes sunsets and the quiet, and is the caretaker of several exotic pets. You can find her work in Words and Whispers, Polyphony Lit, and Lumiere Review, to name a few.
One reply on “A Compilation of Things She’s Said”
I like this poem, love the last three lines.
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