Little Things: March 2018

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

During Intermission

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

I'll tie a daisy chain around your finger so that you don't forget.

I will leave little reminders of how much I care until you believe them.

Give me a chance to map out the blueprints to the future in this indigo sky.

In Manhattan, porch lights look like shooting stars and trains breathe beneath pedestrians who don't know each other's names.

In Virginia, small towns are splattered all around; people bike to their breakfast and beg the world to slow down.

Right here in my broken city, we're somewhere in the middle.

And that is a place I don't mind being because I know that you're just an afternoon away.

The snag in the plan is that you seem to be either two pages ahead or a paragraph behind me.

That's okay.

I think the subtleties of life are oftentimes found in the timing.

Ask Me Anything

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

I believe in the significance of moments that seem unimportant;

the split second of eye contact, the accidental brush of a hand...you know the kind.

The tricky thing is that those precious moments can be interpreted all kinds of differently.

Go ahead; ask me anything.

Multifaceted

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

Some people have constellations in their pockets;

I prefer to keep shooting stars in vintage lockets, tucked away in kitchen drawers and hidden underneath bed frames.

I have been told that I have a wandering heart and steady eyes.

A boy by any other name could smell just as bad, so you should keep your escape route ready.

I learned that the hard way.

Nowadays, it's as though no one can just be honest.

Tell me to my face and trust me, I promise, we'd be able to avoid the "fake news" cycle.

Writers sings the blues because at least melodies can't be spiteful.

Don't act like I'm being demanding.

Not responding to a text isn't me being rude, it's you not understanding that people have to take turns.

And for once, I don't care if my words burn the eyes that are reading them.

I wrote these words for the person who's really needing them.

This one is for me.

Look, all my feelings lined up on a phone screen.

Go ahead and over analyze them,

Maybe you'd learn to compromise then.

And by the way, I'm not always okay.

That's just something I like to say to keep the tears away.

Look closer next time;

I only ever rhyme when you should have already listened.