Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)

Monday, October 25, 2010

something

i'll give you something to chew on,
a piece of fat or bone or this:

when young,
i pulled the wing from the body of
a Monarch butterfly and felt nothing.
i caught a yellow and black bumblebee
with my bare hand
and it stung me, but i didn't cry.
I tossed 6 colorful baby chicks from a 2nd floor
porch on Easter Sunday and
they fell to their death on the black pavement.
i didn't know why they died.
my mother chased me into a small
bathroom and i slammed the wood door
firmly shut
before she could grab me.
i watched her axe blade tear the door apart,
but had no where to run.
my father kicked me when he was angry
and he was always angry.
i got a surprise of Pennsylvania anthracite
coal for Xmas. It was
hard and dusty in a shoe box.
i have a knife tip scar on my right forearm,
but i didn't bleed.
i was a soldier in a war in South Vietnam,
but i didn't get an official purple heart.
i already had one.
Now,
tell me something.

1 comment:

  1. GAMMABLIXT


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    that deep Southeast in your soul hidden
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    ---

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Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006

Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006
daughter is empowering herself