Fat Bottom Girl Said What

When my ass talks, people listen.

Neon Signs

I wander

from one room to another

and back again

looking for you as if you were actually ever here

But it’s just my heart

longing for something which life

has decided I don’t deserve

When I was born

the universe whispered and said

“You will know heartache and longing and disloyalty because you are a truth teller and are born to lose”

So I wear this pre-destination

like a scarlet letter

or an old motel sign

neon lighting the way for every

narcissist

abuser

alcoholic

loser

to find their way to my doorstep

and desperate to sate my loneliness

I open the door and let them in

I lay down with dogs

and rise up with leprosy

because foolishly I’ve always thought

the love of a good woman

could fix a man

But I’m the one who has been broken by them

and no man ever knocks on the door

offering his love to heal me

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7 thoughts on “Neon Signs

  1. You’re poem is a very rare kind of heartbreaking beautiful and relate-able at the same time, absolutely lovely!

  2. But we never really know the future.

  3. I identify with this from the other direction. Very well written.

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