Challenge
If feelings were substances, what would they be?
When the Curbside Pined for You
Do you think
of the pavement with each
graceful prance, each careless
step a mocking pressure
upon its squalid face?
If it paused
in its hopelessness
and anguish
to take stock of
infatuation and take
offense at your naive
snub
(note: sidewalks, to my knowledge
do not, as a rule
love, think, or bear grudges, still)
it would rear
up
and skin your
damn-lovely
porcelain knees
even as it daydreams
fondly of that night two
months ago when you, inebriated,
besotted, clung to it
for dear life
and whispered
your numerous sorrows
as it caressed and soothed
your flushed cheek.
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