Like You
written by: Mary Wynne
A few moments stolen here and there
In between the dog’s bark
And sauce rattling on the stove
I catch a glimpse of your poetry
Your words are corralled
Into the crowded pen of my day
Tossed around
Blurred into my consciousness
And mixed with chopped lettuce
Bad news
And a hungry man
I am fragmented
I envy the singularity of your mind
Your coincidence of memory serves you well as an artist
Keeping you at a distance from mundane distractions
And the spoils of moldy emotions
I am codependent
I burn my need to be needed in a spoon
Inhaling it into my being
Until I am high with expectations
Exhausted and disappointed
I exhale and find myself writing hate letters
And making obscene gestures
The truth of my words hurts
Scratches on paper
A patchwork of awkward marks
Like the skin of a cutter
They are my silent attempts to be heard
To find worth
I am uncertain
My story has never been clear
As if my work is already done here and I am called to be somewhere else
Maybe someplace solitary and distant
Like you
