I’ve got all the things I’m supposed to say-
just buried beneath
Tag: family
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old words, new ways
different chapter, same change
always some cents short
Love you forever
You called like a god, celebrity
or college freshman,
so I put my Nair down, wrapped a towel around my shame,
glued my wet ear to the fragile phone, said hello
instead of, “Why me?” and let you worship, effuse like I
was way more than the wallpaper at my brother’s parties.
I’d been the entertainment once, back before the parties-
whispering nicknames and manipulations, like a kid sister alone can.
That was back before you, drivers licenses,
meet ups. But you were not before forsaken plans,Read More »
Pots and Pans
The past few days,
walking and sitting fill me with an ache
that insists there’s something quite wrong
with my walking and sitting when they’re not done by your side
in comfortable conversation.
It’s the kind of ache that makes me want to steal your pots, Read More »
they provide the ride
When you’re twelve and seek escape from family, they provide the ride,Read More »
Daddy
Sometimes I think the funniest thing about him is that I found him normal-
Getting pulled over, breaking down, breaking back in,
my bloody hand from climbing a fence to get to school and the mysterious sock
that we used to clot, and how that was God.
Rock walls tied to the truck while directing traffic on the interstate
so that ducks could pass- It was SMOOTH AS BUTTER! BOWL OF SUGAR! WHOO-Read More »
Kindred Spirit
Aware. Silent communication. Glance.
Always see
where the pupils don’t gaze.
Meet. Match. Convey.
Look away. Smile.
Connect. Click. Chemistry.
Know.
Recognize.
I wanted to go.
If you had asked the reason, I’d have said,
“Why, because!” for I did not know, but I was not
wrong. Surely the black sky with the city lights
in the grey towers were there, calling to me.
Where? Why, in Japan! I knew becauseRead More »
Sanity
We all stand
on the same polka dotted mat.
You stomp the colored spots
like they’re disco-balls. You’re effortless,
the game’s commands flowing through
your veins. Your instinct: Graceful dance.
I start
with the center,
but one spot cannot hold two limbs!
So all that comes next
is a jumble-Read More »
jumping
I like to jump.
Jump is the good thing for me.Read More »
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