Hugs

HUGS

Catch all the birds falling into our hands.
Let’s imagine that things are falling from
Heaven, and we could catch all the pictures.
The child says we could catch red lightning
Armed with our nets while tracing imperceptible
gibberish in air, as though we would draw thus.
Buying markers we don’t use, he pokes me
threading the marker through the holes in my
Ecru sweater. Now he adds water to Play dough
making a mess of the colorful salty substance…

Come home someday, though your home is different.
There is a jungle with Tarzan and Jane you’re trapped in
Hugging banana leaves there, swinging from branches,
and I can’t see or find you at the top of the building.

 

I don’t see him fraternizing with cybernetic rooks.
I don’t have cooks, he doesn’t have me as a cook?
...I don’t know, you want to look at this?  I could go on but time is a waste.

Time is a wastin’[away]

Reviews

[cristamay76]

Wow! I love the imagery in this writing Lauren!