Gianna H

United States

i don't write on thursdays

June 11, 2019


it's not that I can't write on a thursday
but that I'd rather not
what's good about thursdays - tell me, seriously
nothing but bland and beige
and thirty poems about khaki
starts to feel like a father's day barbecue

I didn't know my father
why does he appear in my dreams
faded, head to toe grayscale, a shadow
it's him
I'm sure

maybe he would've been tall
we'd play catch together
on our plastic suburban front lawn
maybe he would've slouched
carried the world on his shoulders
like atlas
the weight of being alive
is that why he's only in my mind?

it's not that I can't write on a thursday
but that I feel it's useless
what's the point - somebody, tell me
nothing but navy and gray
and sixty poems about golfer tee shirts
starts to feel like nostalgia

one thing of which I'm certain
you can't miss something you never had.


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  • Aarushikrishnan

    This poem was so refreshing to read. Great job!

    about 1 year ago
  • nezi_nes

    The piece itself has such an attitude I love it. I'm getting emotions I never knew I had. It's a weird feeling. But amazing. Thanks for writing this.

    about 1 year ago