Excerpt from KotaPress Poetry Anthology Volume 2, 2002
Blue Monday
The light shines through your dirty window
red, always red
except on Mondays when it's blue
and I watch from the safety of my car
the silhouettes passing intimately
I will not come in tonight
I came in this morning before you were awake
to surprise you with breakfast in bed
but I was too late
Her hair was ebony and lay
like silk across your bare chest
and I left in haste and in shame
So I will not come in tonight
I see by the shadows
in the light from the dirty window
red, always red
except on Mondays when it's blue
that she has not yet gone
and the proximity of her lips
to your neck
awakens the thought in me
that she will not go home tonight
and I watch from the safety of my car
the silhouettes passing
through the light of the dirty window
red, always red
except on Monday when it's blue
I will not come in tonight
This poem has been accepted for publication by Anthology
Magazine.
I began writing poetry when I was twelve, and it has always been my creative
medium. I am now twenty-five and live in Wilton, New Hampshire with my
husband and two children.
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