GrownA Poem by CandaceIt clings like soggy cardboard, forgotten and left to crust on the summertime linoleum floor If I wanted long long would it soak unheeded into my mind, ancient congealed Kool Aid spill, from when we were young enough not to care about sticky shoe soles? We left that house and God only knows who came to clean up after us
I’ll still wake to a faint rosy throb every June when the A/C first kicks on. Maybe you’ll pause on a sweltering street corner Groping for a feeling just out of reach.
I think we knew everything once Sometimes I feel almost at the edge of it �" sometimes I think I remember where we buried our grand library.
Now we speak with clumsy stuttered urgency We are trying to catch up, find each other We are digging up the backyard tripping over our growth-spurt feet
Our stapled volumes, boxed collections, cave murals, bottled specimens, cursed objects �" I can just barely picture it, gathering dust. Where did we ever find the room for it all? © 2019 Candace |
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Added on June 16, 2019 Last Updated on June 16, 2019 |