Faucet Clock – Georgia Park

It’s just easier sometimes
to say no hard feelings
than to point out the
disgusting oozing

To gesture wildly
at all the park benches we sat on,
the jovial conversations
the drunken escapades
(Oh, what was I thinking…)
the time, so hard won
for you to get,
so utterly wasted

The trust I was building
out of soluble materials
thoughts unspoken
feelings misspent
on some scapegoat or another
never the answer
and he never told me anything

In the sink, stupidly,
with thoughts so ridiculous,
so logicless such as
“so as not to make a mess!”
I built it
under a forever leaking faucet
sounding like a clock
tick tock
drip drop

Persistently becoming
the one thing you can rely on
I listen to my faucet clock
drip drop
tick tock
and this is how
I foster trust
I know it will never be fixed
so long as I’m in charge of it

It’s just easier sometimes
to say no hard feelings
than to cry out
“You’re a fraud!”
That way it’s all wrapped up
and I just think, anyways,
well, of course he was.

That was just as inevitable
as the next drip or tock
from my forever leaking
faucet clock

 


 

[Georgia Park is the creator of Private Bad Thoughts, curator of Whisper and the Roar a feminist literary collective, and a writer for Sudden Denouement. She is a wonderful poet with an enormous heart. We can’t imagine this journey without her. Please check out more of her wonderful work.]