Inscape number 25 in the 2River Chapbook Series | January 2019 |
John Sughrue Disappointment Disappointment rumbles around in my stomach like the huge machines at the quarry that move the slag to the pile of discarded, unwanted stuff, that’s probably good for something, but nothing that’s immediately useful … throbs and thumps in my guts like longing for the one you Love for nothing, they either don’t Love you anymore, or didn’t really Love you to begin with, or told you they Loved you but lied, or Loved you but cheated anyway, or were incapable of Love but needed a ride… grinds and scrapes in my innards like being stood up—again—going from window to window to see if they’re pulling up out front or if they’ve swung around to the back by the barn or if they just took the shortcut through the woods or checking the phone again to see if it’s working ‘cause you explained how crazy it makes you being stood up and they pretty much swore a blood oath to never do it again, so they couldn’t possibly be doing it again … boils my middle like lava, like that smelted stuff they smelt at the smelter … I Remember How It Felt At that moment At that moment At that moment At that moment At that moment And didn’t look back Meeting Arianne for the very first time! Thigh deep, and wet and heavy, the snow impeded her progress so John Sughrue was originally published in One Imagined Word at a Time (Writers for Recovery, 2016) and again in One Imagined Word at a Time, Vol. II. He currently has a poem on display in an art installation at the Museum of Everyday Life in Glover, Vermont. He wants people to know he isn’t nearly as interesting as the thinks he is, but believes he has a perfect face for radio.
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