Tuesday In November

by Savannah   Nov 13, 2021


How does one contend?
I see you fishing in the reservoir
Can't even get on the bridge in case you look up from where you're perched
Are you really a fisher?
Who can do that at 3:00 on a Tuesday in November?
Maybe my anxiety is misplaced
Considering I stare at your sliding door each time I am on my way to the playground
As if I wouldn't be horrified to see you there, worried you could see me

Your baseball caps line the walls of my mind
My god, they are suffocating
When I imagine your face, I can't see your eyes
Your glasses are opaque
Facial hair blankets your jaw
You look like you haven't showered in weeks

Sometimes I think about how I knocked over a trash can while the guy pulled me by the hair across the kitchen floor
Crawled on all fours to pick up the litter splayed on the hardwood
Your actions are litter that cause my breath to hitch
Why can't I unpack the trash as easily as it was packed in?
I would crawl on all fours to stuff your actions in a large black bag and leave it to freeze outside my doorstep
Can't my mind just be for me and not the ugly trauma of non-informed consent?

Even now, I just want to know, are you really a fisher?

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Meena Krish

    This is a heart wrenching poem of pain and fear, each line just gripped me with tension. An emotional write...

    Congrats on the win.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    This is so raw and emotional, I have no words. The line that hit me most was the question of "Can't my mind just be for me and not the ugly trauma of non-informed consent?". Having to relive trauma, try to process it and maybe have it expected of us to move on or work through it, when it visits our mind constantly and we see reminders everywhere. I thought the comment on unpacking and what that meant was astute as well. Someone can completely shatter our sense of safety, security and trust... then we are left to pick up all the pieces and try to heal from their actions.

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Savannah

      Thank you for your kind comment!

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