Wesley Durham - January 2008
 
MATERIAL

 
 

The big eyed pixie snorts
twice to clear her passage
and while she drips
I can see her plan
how much of her trip
she needs to lay down
this not quite morning.
 


The other people that she vents at
vent back in a demon dance of
daddy, drugs, divorce. The pair
of them get comfy in their crazy.
Probably cry. I won’t do that
she knows. Her eyes stay big
but her knuckles tighten.
 


“Have you ever seen a therapist?”
She asks and I say no, lying gently.
Why am I getting started? She wonders?
Why am I letting the drops in my head
drip onto him. And why is he letting me?
Why is he making me? She doesn’t know
about the poem. 
 
 
 

Wesley Durham is an emerging poet from Cleveland Ohio. He holds a bachelor's degree in English from Kenyon College and is working towards his master's in Professional Writing from the University of Southern California. Several of his poems have been published in Persimmons Magazine. He is twenty-six and lives in Cleveland and Los Angeles.