I read it in the newspaper; your obituary.
I read how you fought "valiantly".
They said some things about you in the column.
You're quite the person. Beautiful and gold leafed.
Part kid,
Part Goddess,
Part crude oil;
pumped up from the ground by grasshopper pumpjacks on an open plain.
Your mother was green and she gardens.
Your father is blue, like his collar.
He labors in a refinery at work and at home.
He's always sweaty.
"Part kid,
ReplyDeletePart Goddess,
Part crude oil;"
i'm not quite sure why i loved this piece so much, but i did. it was beautiful yet dirty and honest... even though i'm not sure what it's about.
i love your writing.
simple and well done.
ReplyDeleteThis is awing to me.
ReplyDelete"Your mother was green and she gardens.
ReplyDeleteYour father is blue, like his collar."
You have so much true talent as a poet when the rest of us are just blogging.
You should write a song or a book or something big.
I miss your writing.
ReplyDeleteSup with the no posting huh?
ReplyDeletestill waiting
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