Rough draft of a new poem
Reflecting on a bad week,
or, On what I won't do again
by Jess LaFrank
My hands had been dry for days
Like knuckle-dry & my skin cracks
Sometimes I rubbed the back of my fingers against my cheek
To feel how rough I'd let them wither
Reclining on your bed, you felt
my knuckles dry & my skin cracks
Holding my tired hand, you felt
how rough I'd let them wither
My knuckles dry and my skin cracks
From steering through the cold so frequently
Holding my tired hand, you felt
Everything this week had put me through
From steering through the cold so frequently
to living a scheduled life all week
Everything this week had put me through
I did it to myself, I locked into the maze and just went
To living a scheduled life all week
I say, never again will I be so consumed!
I did it to myself, I locked into the maze and just went
And there's no way I can survive it again
Never again will I be so consumed
that I forget to schedule time to breathe
And there's no way I can survive it again.
You held my tired hand as I reclined on your bed,
I'd forgotten to schedule time to breathe
and you could sense my collapsing lungs
You held my tired hand as I reclined on your bed
And you reached for your lotion
And you could sense my collapsing lungs
and I could sense your solemn love
And you reached for your lotion
and you rubbed them until they stung with new life
I could sense your solemn love
I thought it was really unfair actually
you rubbed my hands until they stung with new life
I was grateful, but disappointed in myself
I thought it was really unfair
to recline on your bed while you rubbed your lotion into my hands
I was grateful but disappointed with me
because I have lotion of my own
To recline on your bed while you rubbed your lotion into my hands
You showed me love
And because I have lotion of my own
my irresponsibility was showcased
But you showed me love-
I didn't request you and there you were.
My irresponsibility was showcased-
But there you were.
I didn't request you and there you were
Taking care of this reckless child!
But there you were
At the end of my week
Taking care of this reckless child
committing soft but inexcusable actions.
At the end of my week
You felt worn by it all, contempt at my accomplishments
Committing soft but inexcusable actions
is behavior of the past
You felt worn by it all, contempt at my accomplishments
And I just want us to be proud
Is behavior of the past
going to dictate what I now commit to?
I just want us to be proud
and I'm taking this week with faith
What I now commit to
isn't enjoying the roughness against my cheek
I'm taking this week slowly, and with faith.
I am planning to show you my soft touch.
or, On what I won't do again
by Jess LaFrank
My hands had been dry for days
Like knuckle-dry & my skin cracks
Sometimes I rubbed the back of my fingers against my cheek
To feel how rough I'd let them wither
Reclining on your bed, you felt
my knuckles dry & my skin cracks
Holding my tired hand, you felt
how rough I'd let them wither
My knuckles dry and my skin cracks
From steering through the cold so frequently
Holding my tired hand, you felt
Everything this week had put me through
From steering through the cold so frequently
to living a scheduled life all week
Everything this week had put me through
I did it to myself, I locked into the maze and just went
To living a scheduled life all week
I say, never again will I be so consumed!
I did it to myself, I locked into the maze and just went
And there's no way I can survive it again
Never again will I be so consumed
that I forget to schedule time to breathe
And there's no way I can survive it again.
You held my tired hand as I reclined on your bed,
I'd forgotten to schedule time to breathe
and you could sense my collapsing lungs
You held my tired hand as I reclined on your bed
And you reached for your lotion
And you could sense my collapsing lungs
and I could sense your solemn love
And you reached for your lotion
and you rubbed them until they stung with new life
I could sense your solemn love
I thought it was really unfair actually
you rubbed my hands until they stung with new life
I was grateful, but disappointed in myself
I thought it was really unfair
to recline on your bed while you rubbed your lotion into my hands
I was grateful but disappointed with me
because I have lotion of my own
To recline on your bed while you rubbed your lotion into my hands
You showed me love
And because I have lotion of my own
my irresponsibility was showcased
But you showed me love-
I didn't request you and there you were.
My irresponsibility was showcased-
But there you were.
I didn't request you and there you were
Taking care of this reckless child!
But there you were
At the end of my week
Taking care of this reckless child
committing soft but inexcusable actions.
At the end of my week
You felt worn by it all, contempt at my accomplishments
Committing soft but inexcusable actions
is behavior of the past
You felt worn by it all, contempt at my accomplishments
And I just want us to be proud
Is behavior of the past
going to dictate what I now commit to?
I just want us to be proud
and I'm taking this week with faith
What I now commit to
isn't enjoying the roughness against my cheek
I'm taking this week slowly, and with faith.
I am planning to show you my soft touch.