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Poem #741 – to my future child

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we’re gonna eat green beans and gummy bears
splash in the watery mud after a rain
bundle up for a 20 hour drive to Alaska

I’m gonna tell you how electricity works
the reasons why a budget is necessary
the purpose of air bags and brakes

you’re gonna tell me why you like purple
about the ghost you saw in the middle of the night
how a kid in your class is always talking

we’re gonna giggle while we climb the tree in the yard
argue about the choice of your sock colors
scream as the roller coaster drops

I’m gonna learn how to be patient when you don’t understand
that children are much messier than I thought
why “skinny jeans are so last generation”

you’re gonna learn how to be patient when I don’t understand
when to speak up about what you need
that most things aren’t the end of the world

we’re gonna squeeze each other until someone shouts “uncle”
be equally terrified as you learn to drive
love each other

Poem #740

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we started clubs
to feel like we were a part of something
we wanted to be liked
to feel like our contributions of existence were worthwhile
we excluded others
to feel like we were valuable

Poem #735

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lesbians scream
it is a fact — well-known — that dead mice are shriek-worthy creatures that should be handled with the utmost care, especially when shaking them free from the predatory jaws of a teenage kitten only to fall on a foot, after splitting a lip reaching under the table for said kitten

Poem #733

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she lives in the woods
you wouldn’t think so
seeing her in the suit
but when the clock strikes five,
she is wild.

her hair golden among the green
a forest nymph or perhaps a fox
she runs barefooted
the ground is hard,
but her feet are harder.

the air is cold and it burns her throat
the cold electrifies her
she screams with life
until late in the night,
she lies among the dirt and leaves.

before the sun is up
she is up
she washes in the stream
donning her suit once again,
she is society.

Poem #732

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

the loneliest boy didn’t get it
why they only talked when he left
he didn’t understand
no matter how hard he tried
he was isolated
he would smile
he would laugh
he would say whatever silly thing that came to mind
they might smile back
but it didn’t move further than that
he was alone
he hated it
but it never changed.