When I was in college, a professor told me my emulation of style poem was trite. I didn't write much poetry after that, but prior to it, writing poems had been an outlet for me to sort out my feelings. And as an INF person, I have a lot of feelings. This morning I wrote a poem I thought I would share. I can't promise that it is good. It might even be trite. But it is something, an untangling of threads and feelings, maybe. And for me, today, that's enough.
There is a confession box on the sidewalk.
Someone used a razor to cut out a slot.
I want to crawl past its rough cardboard edges,
Lie safe in the dark inside
Amongst those paper secrets we're trying to hide.
And I would whisper, I’m lonely.
And they would reply,
So am I. So am I.
So am I.
Libby Hubscher is a fiction writer living in North Carolina. She is represented by the sensational Sharon Pelletier of Dystel and Goderich Literary Management.