3.21.2014

Like Fishbones to Dogs

Some thing I wrote when I was having my PMS. The power of blood, ladies and gentlemen.

Like Fishbones to Dogs
Rhea Gulin

People don't care
if you like the color blue
because it reminds you
of the eyes of your first love,
or the polo shirt
of the jock who took everything away
from you during that one night
beneath the blue sky.

People don't care
if you eat a lot at lunchtime
because your parents fought
the entire night
and there was no one
to cook you breakfast
because your mother left
and your father wish she'd die,
or if you eat less at snacktime
because your wallet
simply won't let you have much.

People don't care
if you like comedy
because it's the only thing funny
in this world
because any second
you may have the red flat line,
or if you like drama
and you cry through every scene
because that's the only time
you feel something, at least.

People don't care
if you need them
because you are homeless and
you have to keep your self warm
through the night,
or if you have a house so big
it drowns you everyday
with the emptiness it resonates.

People don't care
if you have always wanted to fly
because everyone that you ever loved
had already flown away,
or because it is a lot easier
than walking through
the material gates of hell.

People don't care.
They just want to know
how your life goes
if it is better than theirs,
or a lot worse,
or somewhere in between,
then they leave.

People don't care
if this means something,
or just empty words floating.

They surely don't.

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