Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

A Sunrise Birthing a Sunset 

Written with my friend, Ward Clever. You can find him here:

You were the best ending,

My beginning.

A sunrise birthing a sunset.

The rain, my mahogony after birth.

The sun melting the snow

Rising up in vapors

Casting wispy shadows on the ground

The night, my freedom

Blew my curtains back from the window.

Like a breathy wind moving the back of a cotton dress.

On a clothesline behind a lead painted chipped house.

Troubled eyes looking for the source

Finding it in you

Shaming everyone with the accusation

Mocking yourself with your reflection.

And delusions of grandeur.

When, inside you must feel small and

As inadequate as gum underneath a

Cafeteria table.

The smell of you,

The stink.

Do you even realize

How much you resemble a tiny creature

Working the controls of a being

Pretending to be a human?

Almost got it

Not quite

I am thankful for understandings and departures.

For spam numbers and blocked contacts.

I won’t be pinned tight to your clothesline of bullshit.

Swinging next to similar models.

I won’t wear the smell of your sweat.

But, instead, his cologne, his sweet breath.


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