This poem came out of nowhere. I was taking a walk, imagining stories in my head, and it just hit me in the face.
One of my friends lent me Ararat by Louise Gluck last week and I think it changed my life. Everything looks the same from the outside–same job, same breakfast foods–but something’s different, even if I can’t articulate exactly what that means.
I don’t usually publish poems at night. Sweet dreams and thanks for reading.
7 thoughts on “Under the Influence”
The poems that come to me in that way usually end up being my favorites. Great write! 🙂
Thank you! That’s how we know we are writers at our core. It’s in our blood.
this is great. In plain enligsh is speaks beyond just the body but a time where there is so much more to us than what reflects back at us in a mirror. Thank you for publishing at night. I think you should do it more often.
Thank you so much. I’m honored! Also, I quite enjoyed the nighttime write. I just might give it another go soon 🙂
Beautiful writing from a beautiful young lady. I am proud to call you daughter.
beautiful in a melancholic way