7

Man on the train

Man on the train, 

Get up, we’re here.

Should I try to wake you 

And risk your morning blear,

Or let you go back all the way 

To leafy Bedfordshire?

© ThatGirlWhoWracts 2011

6

Navel-gazing

There is an impulse to be navel-bound.

I could run away with the flow of my tears,

But wouldn’t that make me a girly cliche?

Wouldn’t it just be more annoying than sad?

So I’ll gather my weeping, stare ahead not down:

Fold my mouth into a smile, avoid the glare from below.

There isn’t a song that tells how I feel,

So I’ll pull down my shirt and avoid the cliche.

© ThatGirlWhoWracts 2011

5

Today

Today,

I might stand on the wrong side of the escalator.

I might stop to tie my shoe lace on the stairs.

Today,

I might boil an egg ‘til the water is dry,

Or leave the fridge door open while I think.

Today,

It’s the day that I may walk against the flow,

Or when I’ll stand out, coatless in the rain.

Today,

Is when all of these ‘mights’ may be,

Or when I’ll think, but smile it all away.

© ThatGirlWhoWracts

September 2011