Day 9: 20/20

The Prompt:

From returning pimptress Danielle Pickard, a selection from her favorite poet.

hate blows a bubble of despair into
hugeness world system universe and bang
-fear buries a tomorrow under woe
and up comes yesterday most green and young

ee cummings

The Product:

Two poems, nowhere near as profound.

I.

rainy days and crayon smells

the quiet shshshsh of

hand against paper

books and comic books

and more comic books

warm wind

walking

sun on my face arms legs

wandering

the woods and fields

getting lost on purpose

red horse white socks

red clay soil sculptures

laying on the rug

a line of kids lying heads to bellies

a laugh chain

sitting on the cellar

goofy jokes and goofy faces

dancing silly

skits on the front porch stage

grandmother’s gentle voice

“well, look-a who’s here”

talking and rocking

drowsy and safe

listening to stories

the aunts

the uncles too

missed

II.

Bedtimes managed by irate father?

Don’t miss those.

Long, long days in classrooms,

so hot the varnish on desk chair melted

and stuck

to clothes and skin –

nope, don’t miss those.

Birthday spankings.

“And one grown on!”

Yeah.

Don’t miss that bullshit.

At all.

Not

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About Vicki Caroline Cheatwood

Writerly. Rebooting. Evolving. Searching for great chicken salad.
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One Response to Day 9: 20/20

  1. karrianderson says:

    Love these. Very nostalgic for me.

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