this is another poem which doesn’t work on WordPress … the blocked format doesn’t work out like I want. But it’s still a decent poem.
(not sure who took this pic)
(autant en emporte le vent)
she looks at the world with impressionistic eyes the smell of marijuana clinging to her like vines on a building
she goes to university but spends more time on the street than in the classroom
she carries a notebook with her everywhere she goes
on the bus she is always reading & tunes in her ears
she lives alone in a small apartment filled with books a laptop & a printer
she has trouble sleeping she lies in bed counting away the hours picking at the scabs on her heart she contemplates loneliness v solitude this man v that man wanting one v longing for another she can’t sleep she rolls another joint she checks her email dawn comes & she is still awake a quick shower & dress in something fabulous & hair & make-up & another joint
she goes out for a cappuccino sitting in the bright sunshine of a may morning
at a sidewalk table her notebook open before her
she thinks oh what would anais have written?
© polly macdavid