I'm An Unfinished Poem

Tonight, I look
like an unfinished poem.
My hair is messy and down
far past my waist. I have
two pockets full
of mournful and a changepurse
full of sky.

I am staring into puddles 
on the sidewalk and asking myself
how I can float in such shallow water.
How I can nosedive into such
empty promises.

Tonight, my body 
is a costume to a party
that I am attending alone.

It is a postcard signed
wish you were here 
but it has
no address,
no one
to bury it
in their notebook
like a secret

like I am the love poems
I write to ghosts.

Reviews

[Elizabeth Sanders]

really good!

[Cyndi Goodgame]

...costume to a party that I was attending alone.

That's my favorite. I like the poem.

[TLK]

A series of shining pearls, each one some endearing word-trickery or an arresting imagery.

My two favourites are the second stanza (particularly "how I can nosedive...", as it is a very painful image) and the last stanza.