On Loneliness<\/p>\n
I II Sitting next to myself on the morning bus ride III <\/p>\n Lily Myers<\/a>\u00a0is a poet and a Sociology student at Wesleyan University, where she competes on the Slam Poetry team. Her home is Seattle. She is convinced that by sharing and listening to each other\u2019s writing, we can better understand and thus humanize each other. She loves poetry for the way it makes us honest and vulnerable. She is looking for poetry submissions for her feminist blog: http:\/\/shapeswemake.tumblr.com<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" On Loneliness I Last night I fell asleep reading One Hundred Years of Solitude while my roommate and her boyfriend kissed on the bunk below me which is to say, lately I\u2019ve been alone. Claustrophobic in the small room of … Continue reading
\nLast night I fell asleep reading One Hundred Years of Solitude<\/em>
\nwhile my roommate and her boyfriend kissed on the bunk below me
\nwhich is to say,
\nlately I\u2019ve been alone.
\nClaustrophobic in the small room of my own body.
\nI wonder what it would be like to have another person\u2019s wrists.<\/p>\n
\nAll the nothing days\u2014
\nbeer in a friend\u2019s garage, teeth chattering
\nnot quite inhabiting this envelope of skin<\/p>\n
\nmoments hanging in the air like ghosts,
\nforgetting to pass.<\/p>\n
\nThis afternoon the sky was yellow.
\nPatches outlined in light blue cloud.
\nRain started falling from the middle of the sky.
\nI stood still. Stared fully. Felt nothing.
\nWas not a body.
\nWas part of the air underneath the loving yellow sky.<\/p>\n