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“I Need You To Tell Me Everything You Can Remember,” he says.
i close my eyes so i can’t see nothing i don’t want to—like
the red blue white lights on the cars—
and think back years and minutes and hours.
the playground is overrun by jungles and pirate ships.
a battlefield of skinned elbows and dirt faces and,
“mommy, can’t i please stay a few more minutes?
we’re about to defeat the dread captain Roberts!”
we’re peeking out of our boats into the ocean.
it is summer. we may never go back to school again.
we are pirates, we are astronauts,
we are sky-big.
our sunday clothes are stained green, our lips stained blue.
the man by the slide has lost his dog.
he’s carrying around the leash and
asking us to help him, and i would have, sir,
i swear, but my team was winning and i couldn’t
just leave ‘em.
jimmy did though. he was on the losing team anyways,
so it didn’t matter much. he’s a crybaby anyhow.
richie asked him to go find the dog, and i guess he told him
to not come back until he had because
jimmy didn’t finish up the game, sir.
last i saw, he was goin’ off with the man, sir.
i’m not really sure i can tell you what the man looked like, sir.
he was really tall, i guess. wearin’ blackish clothes.
had a dog leash for his dog, the one he lost, you know?
he kept smiling too, but he wouldn’t play, just kept askin’ us for help.
uhm, they went that-a-way, sir. i ‘member thinking that was weird, cause,
see, there’s nothing down that except a couple of statues and some
woodses. but mrs. brewer says dogs can smell stuff better than we can,
so maybe the dog found some treasure or somethin’ and he just runned off.
i used to do that too, sir, but mommy told me to stop leavin’ her,
cause there are people who want to hurt me, she says, and
they can’t get through mommies.
anyhows, that’s really all i know, sir. sorry sir, i was distracted.
my team won by the way.
if you see jimmy, though, sir, tell him we can play again soon.
“Thank You For Your Help,” he says instead,
and i open my eyes
and the lights flash blue and red and blue again,
like the flag we all look at in the mornings,
blue, red, blue, red,
wailing like jimmy is trapped inside,
saying, “mommy, mommy, isn’t it time to go home for dinner?”
i close my eyes so i can’t see nothing i don’t want to—like
the red blue white lights on the cars—
and think back years and minutes and hours.
the playground is overrun by jungles and pirate ships.
a battlefield of skinned elbows and dirt faces and,
“mommy, can’t i please stay a few more minutes?
we’re about to defeat the dread captain Roberts!”
we’re peeking out of our boats into the ocean.
it is summer. we may never go back to school again.
we are pirates, we are astronauts,
we are sky-big.
our sunday clothes are stained green, our lips stained blue.
the man by the slide has lost his dog.
he’s carrying around the leash and
asking us to help him, and i would have, sir,
i swear, but my team was winning and i couldn’t
just leave ‘em.
jimmy did though. he was on the losing team anyways,
so it didn’t matter much. he’s a crybaby anyhow.
richie asked him to go find the dog, and i guess he told him
to not come back until he had because
jimmy didn’t finish up the game, sir.
last i saw, he was goin’ off with the man, sir.
i’m not really sure i can tell you what the man looked like, sir.
he was really tall, i guess. wearin’ blackish clothes.
had a dog leash for his dog, the one he lost, you know?
he kept smiling too, but he wouldn’t play, just kept askin’ us for help.
uhm, they went that-a-way, sir. i ‘member thinking that was weird, cause,
see, there’s nothing down that except a couple of statues and some
woodses. but mrs. brewer says dogs can smell stuff better than we can,
so maybe the dog found some treasure or somethin’ and he just runned off.
i used to do that too, sir, but mommy told me to stop leavin’ her,
cause there are people who want to hurt me, she says, and
they can’t get through mommies.
anyhows, that’s really all i know, sir. sorry sir, i was distracted.
my team won by the way.
if you see jimmy, though, sir, tell him we can play again soon.
“Thank You For Your Help,” he says instead,
and i open my eyes
and the lights flash blue and red and blue again,
like the flag we all look at in the mornings,
blue, red, blue, red,
wailing like jimmy is trapped inside,
saying, “mommy, mommy, isn’t it time to go home for dinner?”
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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full title: a graduated game of hide-and-seek, played with someone who will never graduate
so i know this is a bit more...complicated and kind of disturbing, but our assignment for english class (like with the "write a poem about a place" thing) was to write a poem from a child's point of view, so i wrote....a poem about...child molestation and kidnapping?
sorry? yeah, sorry. i don't really know why my mind decided this would be okay to write about, but i liked the ending.
so that's why the grammar's bad, and there's a lot of 'sir's. i imagine at that point in this child's life, her mother had taught her to be polite, but not when to use polite phrases. i imagine this is set in the south with the way the words are slung together, so try reading it with a slight southern accent. thoughts? any words that seem too educated for a four-six year old? good, bad, i would love to hear from you guys.
so i know this is a bit more...complicated and kind of disturbing, but our assignment for english class (like with the "write a poem about a place" thing) was to write a poem from a child's point of view, so i wrote....a poem about...child molestation and kidnapping?
sorry? yeah, sorry. i don't really know why my mind decided this would be okay to write about, but i liked the ending.
so that's why the grammar's bad, and there's a lot of 'sir's. i imagine at that point in this child's life, her mother had taught her to be polite, but not when to use polite phrases. i imagine this is set in the south with the way the words are slung together, so try reading it with a slight southern accent. thoughts? any words that seem too educated for a four-six year old? good, bad, i would love to hear from you guys.
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oh... this was so sad... but written very well, it kept my attention.