Three Poems by C. Cimmone
I tried to watch the meteor shower without you.
The dog was still - probably waiting for you like
He always does.
The frogs bellowed out - one after another -
and the trees gave a gentle shrug when the
humid air brushed past.
I waited for a burst of light -
Maybe comfort from a million miles away,
But nothing in this sky remembers that I'm
Nothing in this night is built for me.
I knew he was in jail yesterday,
But he called me anyway
To say he was sorry.
I told him we met on an accident,
That I wasn't meant to be here.
He said the jailer wrote down my name
And I stared at the shred of paper
Like it came from a history book.
The woman I want to be
Called him to say the Harvest moon
was hanging over the sea.
The woman I am
Missed him when he said
He couldn't see the auburn husk
From his window in the city.
"Today Doesn't Count"
I quit that job today.
You know - the one with the
Screaming lady and the telephones.
I forgot my coffee cup and I told
The taxicab driver to bring me here.
I thought we could flip through your
Old yearbooks and talk about that time
You went to jail for drinking too much the
Day after Christmas.
I don't have much to give anymore -
I spent it all on someone who
Never even told me I was pretty.
C. Cimmone is a poet and editor-at-large at Trampset.org. You can follow her on Twitter @diefunnier.