I am ridiculous.
I read someone’s poetry once
and smirked with a wicked half laugh
at how pathetically she mimicked me -
how short she fell of my power.
Realizing such egotism took me aback,
and I began to worry about
the very things
I tell myself I will never worry about.
I saw you with eyes closed playing
and her falling dreamy-eyed at your feet.
Her there and me here.
And for a moment
I am green with jealousy,
with envy,
with the vicious, catty, clawing rage
that I hate in all women.
And then I want to choke myself
for having felt that ugly reaction
and I shake my head in disbelief
at my own absurdity.
Posted by Amanda at December 12, 2003 11:11 PM
