Author: Georgia Tell

Poem #103

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

the apartment is empty
I stretch my mouth
this is perfection
this is home
excitement at having made it
I drop into my bed
it’s just a bed
over there is just a nightstand
in the other room, just a lamp
but only my eyes recognize
recognize that these things are home
other people just visit
but I come back to it
my smile stretches bigger
and I clean up
I settle into a routine
it’s marvelous.

Poem #102

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

sameness for all of it
an individual at every milestone
this is me
I’ve only ever been me
and I stare at those bonded,
consistently serial
or just once maybe still,
and they aren’t individual
they are no longer human
they are squared human
but were they unities?
or originally fractions?
I don’t know
I didn’t know them before
but their decisions are joint now
they come as a pair
trousers, not socks
they are whispering
and smiling together
alone in a crowd
it’s remarkable
squaring a fraction creates less
squaring one is still one
am I a fraction or one?
which are they?

Poem #100

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

“you’re a darling,” she said
and she scooped him up

“you’re a dream,” she said
and she held him to her heart

“you’re a disaster,” she said
and she brushed him outside