Superheroes, Saturday morning cartoons,
wrestlers have less enthusiasm than you.
Pow! Zam! Kerchunk! Neon orange and green
spangled get-ups, flapping capes in primary colors,
geometric, voluminous speech bubbles cannot
compete. If someone were to draw us as cartoons,
I’d be the one with sigh in her thought bubble,
twin scribbles like quotations around the heart
and eyes to indicate: flutter, flutter, flutter.
I LOVE IT! This is fantastic.
ReplyDeleteLove the flutter flutter flutter. SO girly. :)
ReplyDeleteThat is a very cool poem indeed.
ReplyDeletemaybe it's the winter cold...
ReplyDeletehey, have you submitted your poetry to Mascara?? If you get more than 2 poems published they pay you - totally good times! Plus your work is amazing, you'd totally get in there.
thea.
xx