HYPERNOVA LIT

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Pancake Batter Lips

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BY ZOE NELMS

 

It’s not easy loving a loser like Johnny

His goatee looks like coffee stains on stubbly skin

and he talks funny, walks funny, acts funny

when I call him names he just laughs

and smiles.

 

It’s not easy loving a loser like Johnny

who cooks pancakes at four in the afternoon

and when he kisses me

he tastes like batter and the remnants of

minty toothpaste.

 

It’s not easy loving a loser like Johnny

who gets winded when he climbs

the stairs to the apartment

he laughs but you can see

his bones are uncooked pasta and if you touch him he’ll break.

 

It’s not easy loving a loser like Johnny

because he’s not always there

when I need him to be

his coughs and wheezing the only music

I ever listen to.

 

It’s not easy loving a loser like Johnny

Mom calls and asks if I’m okay

Johnny with his paper thin lungs

and diamond smile

answers for me (we’re fine.)

 

It’s not easy loving a loser like Johnny

with those ragged fingernails that grasp

at my palm as he breathes (or tries to)

brown beanie over the last of dark curls

inky hair falling fast like snowflakes

 

It’s not easy loving a loser like Johnny

because he didn’t say anything when

he was gone and his lips were light

and he didn’t smile

and I still loved him.

 

It’s not easy loving a loser like Johnny

because I was crying and I was alone

and I want to smell and taste

his pancake batter lips.

 

It wasn’t easy loving a loser like Johnny.

 

                                                                                                              It never was.

About the Author

Zoe Nelms lives in New York City and is currently a sophomore at Avenues: The World School. She writes because she gets to essentially create her own world and manipulate reality, which you can’t normally do with anything else, as well as the fact that she can explore a multitude of emotions and experiences without having to experience them personally.

 

 

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This entry was posted on November 19, 2016 by in Poetry and tagged , , .
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