Geez, Annette! I mean, kinda, guess, know?


Was he looking at me?
Whizzy Annette, golly
Give me an answer, I guess, please
Guess what?
Guess who, guess him, give me
A word I mean
Give me a word I mean
Give me a vehicle I mean
I can only be me
And you, Annette?

Guess me, guess me
Find me, find me
Will he find me? Will he see?
The enclave, the dust
Of my privacy
My secrecy

It can’t be, Annette
Words for these things, Annette?
Since I was a child, know
Guess his eyes, his eyes mean
On you whizzy Annette?
Die Annette

A storm of soundless, Annete
Keep me alive in eyes. Regret.
Keep me alive I guess. Beget
A cycle of love and affliction
I mean addiction, Annette
Addiction him sunrise, sunset
I close my eyes,
Be swallowed Annette

Time a thread, I guess
Weave me into him
A lack I am, but full of wanting

Melanie Falconer is a freelance writer and editor living in Los Angeles, California. Her writing mainly concerns philosophy, personal experiences, cultural commentary, and her love of the visual and performing arts. If you’d like to reach out to her, you can do so here.