here lies
the woman
you almost
had
lost
hated
loved
the one
you almost
threw
everything
away for
who almost
drove you
off your head
the fuck
you almost
tasted
the mouth
you almost
kissed
the nipple
you almost
sucked
the cunt
you almost
lost yourself in
the
almost
woman.
Wow. I hate turning into one of those types, like foodies, who have to describe everything in superlative detail, when, in fact, the best you can say is: Damn. That’s really fucking good.
This poem made me think about a few “almost” women I had… and I guess I might have been an “almost” man once or twice. I like how the poem focuses on physical details and leaves the reasons out of it. Very vivid and moving.
sparse and gives enough room for the wriggle-space of interpretations.the picture so well chosen.
here lies a poet, no almost.
woulda coulda shoulda. Yeah, I know what you mean.
This one presses on a bruise on my heart.
I think we’ve all been the ‘almost person’ at least once.