good at neglect
January 8, 2012
hey baby, how’d you get
so good at neglect?
your silence is almost
cozy, it’s
so familiar
like a facial feature,
the expected
delivered.
oh daddy, how’d you get
so good at neglect? years
of not there and
how that became
your name
it’s a talent you
have,
rabbit and hat
leaving like that
the quiet reverbs
against all surf
aces of my being
my words a ball hitting
mortar and bricks, as
if your ear were just a paint
ing on the wall
waiting
© 2012 Tahminah Zaman
