People who really upset me (Inner Monologue?)
First, there’s that one in the glass,
whose bra strap always shows,
and whose (big) feet can be often found
stepping on her very own toes.
And then there is
that other one–
who lives in the other
lobe–
who steps
on her own–
toes some line–
who sorrows in
what glows–
who, strapped,
may be found
in “very” (though
not so much in
“own”)–
who, made of
glass,
steps on, towing–
that other one.
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This is a rather odd poem for a With Real Toads challenge hosted by Kerry O’Connor to write an inner monologue (i.e. bit of a rant) about someone annoying to you. I’m afraid I went for the obvious–looking in the mirror, and the other side of my own brain. Dashes are meant really for pauses rather than for any coherent grammatical purpose.
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