last night, the moon was full <br />and the bridges were lit. you <br />were out scavenging, as usual, <br />under bridges and beneath the moon. <br />you found things, picture frames, <br />glass marbles, broken dolls. you <br />are not beautiful, but you think <br />you are and demand my response. <br />the architecture of your speech <br />is faulty, lacking in context. <br />you bring me things I need <br />and offer to cook food for me. <br />I have lost the ability to deny <br />you your wishes. you are not <br />beautiful, but you make me think <br />you are. I think about buying <br />food for you. you ask me for <br />baltic amber filled with insects. <br />the moon is indeed full. <br />the bridges are lit and people <br />are using the walkways in large numbers. <br />I went out to find things <br />to impress you with, scraps of speech, <br />old photographs, rusty coins. you <br />tell me I am lost, you tell <br />me to bring you flowers and leave. <br />I will not cry in your presence. <br />it is true. you are not beautiful, <br />but I will not tell you this. <br />neither will I tell you that <br />I love you and that I knew <br />I would find you. the architecture <br />of your leaving is complicated. <br />you have designed many bridges <br />but will not build them. <br />you ask me for jewelry and <br />I deny you jewelry. you ask me <br />for food and I deny you food. <br />I knew that you would leave me, <br />and I did not regret it. <br />the moon was full last night <br />and I watched you walking, <br />scavenging, asking me to cry for you. <br />you are not beautiful, but the <br />bridges are lit, the moon <br />is full and the night is very long. <br />I will not find things for you.<br /><br />Jesse Weiner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-usual/
