Matches Poem by Lucienne Kim Flavell
Matches
Silence stretches between us,
his hands and eyes locked
under the table
texting his mates.
The waiter lights a candle,
pushes it between us.
The wax melts
then congeals like blood.
He snaps his mobile shut.
Looking at my chest he says,
'I've got to go, it's late.'
I watch his coat march out.
Chips cool on his plate.
My skin burns.
On our first date
the bill remains unpaid.
Matches was long-listed for the Virginia Warbey Poetry Prize 2011.
I loved it. (I wasn't laughing though like some of the others) A bit sad really.
So funny still laughing...........................Thanks for sharing
Lucienne, i am privileged to be the first to comment on this. i laughed OUT LOUD at the line about him talking to your chest. sorry. i guess i'm insensitive to the situation. i then had to explain to my wife that it was NOT one of my poems that made me laugh. please send the meal bill to me and i will gladly pay it. if i were not single i would take you to dinner. bri edwards...... and i WOULD pay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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i think i started off reading your verses from here. would love to explore if at all new sharp posts up. God bless. rgds taj shah