Poetry Collection

Poems I've written over the years...in no particular order.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Forewarnings of Christine Having a Seizure

No one is looking at her.
Empty beer bottles on a table.
Shoes off.
No one is looking at her.
My brother is in the other room.
My brother is holding her hand.
Either way he is not looking at her.
She ate too much.
She ate too little.
Hasn’t washed her hair.
Shoes are too big.
Drank a white chocolate mocha.
No one is looking at her.
Not enough cigarettes.
Now too many.
Fake I.D.
Very underage.
My brother asks her if she’s breathing…
How she’s feeling.
The surest sign:
Dinner with my family in Georgia,
Tim eating steak,
We are all talking,
And no one is looking at her.
When her laugh turns into an ‘innocent’ squeak,
And she begins to joke about her drinking problem,
It’s coming.
If my brother isn’t looking at her,
If he’s talking to someone else,
Christine’s heart will start to flutter.
It’s only because she loves him so much…