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Click here“hungrier than I thot” — Ishmael Reed
i thought         with this last chapter
you’d be easy to dismiss         far better
touched by a fish         than dismissed by a
love         but it stays hungry
thing is         you said         you’re a decent person
when was that ever not enough?
there’s too much too tell         not
enough to tell
and where you are i do not know
nor do i care         you are where
small white plastic grocery sacks
flutter in the wind         caught in
the limbs of thorny shrubs         you
are where scents i never knew before
come         unbidden every time i shower
in an unfamiliar place
and they are all unfamiliar places
and i wish you well         i do
withdrawing pardon from the pastern months
while i die somewhat
[1/12/05]
this is too much, agree with Jim, I may have stronger feelings about it then he does.
"pastern" I'll accept that, whoa
Much more than 100
somehow lurking there, something you can't seem to shake. I like the suspense you create with your breaks within the lines, the stilted read emphasizing that despite the resolve that things are over, something keeps sneaking in. Well done.
jim : )
are the spaces supposed to be like that? I want to go back and read this, a lot of cool images, like the white plastic bag floating... but the spacing was distracting for me. Did you do it for a reason, I would love to know, I might go Ah HA! and look at it differently. I should spend more time with this poem. It is definately worth it. I will try. :)