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Look.
What do you want me to say?
I have five minutes to come up with this
Amazing,
Beautiful,
Deep,
Meaningful poem that makes someone other than me cry-
Wait.
Let me start over.
Dear Soldier,
Apparently it's because of you that I get to vote at age 18.
They changed the Constitution for you.
I guess I should Thank you.
No, let me try again.
My bus driver went to Vietnam to fight.
On his moody days, he slams the breaks,
Opens the doors, and looks at us as if to say,
'Get out, kid. I've got best friends to mourn.'
He has this saying:
"You don't know shit about 'Nam till you've been to 'Nam."
I've never really understood what that meant.
Until now.
I guess I should say Thank you.
All my classmates are going around and saying that
The wall is so, so hot-
I'm going around asking if anyone has a pen
And what rhymes with angel.
Nothing rhymes with angel.
Vietnam should rhyme with angel.
Or maybe it should rhyme with 'love when you need it the most'
Or 'driving a bus and remembering an army truck'
Or "Mommy, which one's grandpa?"
I'm sorry, I don't have any more time to start over.
I guess I should say Thank you.
What do you want me to say?
I have five minutes to come up with this
Amazing,
Beautiful,
Deep,
Meaningful poem that makes someone other than me cry-
Wait.
Let me start over.
Dear Soldier,
Apparently it's because of you that I get to vote at age 18.
They changed the Constitution for you.
No, let me try again.
My bus driver went to Vietnam to fight.
On his moody days, he slams the breaks,
Opens the doors, and looks at us as if to say,
'Get out, kid. I've got best friends to mourn.'
He has this saying:
"You don't know shit about 'Nam till you've been to 'Nam."
I've never really understood what that meant.
Until now.
All my classmates are going around and saying that
The wall is so, so hot-
I'm going around asking if anyone has a pen
And what rhymes with angel.
Nothing rhymes with angel.
Vietnam should rhyme with angel.
Or maybe it should rhyme with 'love when you need it the most'
Or 'driving a bus and remembering an army truck'
Or "Mommy, which one's grandpa?"
I'm sorry, I don't have any more time to start over.
Literature
we're magnetic like that.
you think you’re an enigma and maybe you are
maybe you aren’t. i think you laid out little road maps
to decrypt yourself. gave us photos of your veins and
waited for someone to bleed the colour of it in.
from the snatches of your life you’ve written
the person you were at seventeen
the journals and the blogs and the fire that burnt out
with its embers still whispering to you even if
none of it seems coherent, none of it is
the epiphany you were named for but you are
waiting.
you think you are an enigma and i love you for it,
you need your “gotcha” moments, you spin out
ballads of beauty and then end the poem wit
Literature
warmer and warmer
the drapes
greet me
an unpleasant
morning.
the sink
drip
drip
drips
again
& the tiles
are colder barefoot.
there is a pile of
newspapers on the
marble counter
& dead quiet
in the air-
until steam
billows from
the coffee mug.
sunlight
beams in the room
like a visitor
& breakfast
comes in with
a sweet smile.
it was 6:30 when
i was alone,
but 7:00
arrived
like a neighbor
& i am happy.
i have myself,
oversized t-shirt
& messy hair
& the warm
comfort of my
own skin.
i was alone.
i'm not anymore.
Literature
let's pretend this never happened
because honestly,
i don't know you and this was
just a big mistake, she says
very softly.
the morning sun peeks in
through the curtain as she pulls
on yesterday's shirt and i catch
my last glimpse of her thin
shoulder blades, protruding like
wings about to burst out of their
seams. she won't look at me.
the floor creaks with her weight
as she gathers her things. i've
already forgotten her eyes, wide
with wonder, and her lips, her
slender jawbone. i wish she
would turn around. i try to speak,
but words don't come.
her bare feet pad across the
room and she pauses in the doorway,
head turned to the side, as if listening,
perhaps to my h
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"Mommy, there are so many names!"
"Yes honey, I know."
-A conversation I overheard while visiting the Vietnam memorial.
I wish I could have actually said this.
"Yes honey, I know."
-A conversation I overheard while visiting the Vietnam memorial.
I wish I could have actually said this.
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What that child says just about breaks my heart. I just visited Auschwitz, the death camp, and the amount of... Everything was just terrible. We don't even know all their names, and that's heart-breaking.