Privacy in the Public Realm by Renatta Laundry estimated reading time 1:00

were it not true  i’m unsteady white noises  scratched at precise 3:21 intervals  i’d be an anesthetized bundle  little more than my self  less than alright  version of me.  i’m myself.  a therapist in session with her id  a sliver of miss you’s  & mini heartbeats  do not disturb me!!!  from the remittance  of balled up snotty tear tissue  strewn across every room  cagey. not so cagey. weird. so very weird. less complexes  tears. yes tears. a bucket. a river.  a clasped handful. an exhalation  with so much so much  hurt & anger & oxygen  you’d think a breath was taken in  peace & indifference.  i love you.  a message written  in the perforated  side effects of the love act  read as Braille.  i love you.  said in those  premeditated 3:21 silences. Renatta Laundry was born in Guyana but is currently living in Brooklyn. She enjoys capoeira, hoarding good memories and writing about them and their bad counterparts. She is working on a collection called ‘Deconstructed: Emotions & Expletives.

Nikkie Samuels 5.2.2010 I liked the poem a lot. The use of imagery to express the emotions made it feel real and relateable. It engaged me as a reader.   Make your comments ... Name    (required)   Email    (required - will not be published)     Comments