Poetry

Really

James Bowden

And so I sit here in these shorts I didn’t really want
With this salad I didn’t really want
With this girl I didn’t really want
With this life I didn’t really want
And what did I ever really want?

I mean, sure, I guess.
I’ll take it.

And why not?
Maybe it’ll be good
Perhaps I’d have really wanted it
If ever I really wanted anything.


I mean, gosh, this is a really depressing bit to have written. I feel this characterized a lot of my childhood under the unrelenting control of my father. I feel very distant from this today and am terribly glad for that.