On Using Your Arm as an AirbagA Poem by Jessica M. LundquistI like to think of myself as holding the world in my hands. Not power-hungry holding the world or God-complex holding the world " although feminism is fun (however abused and cliché.) That is not my meaning. I hold the world because I took a personality test and got Blue. Mother. Grandmother. Chocolate chip cookies and a La-Z-Boy rocking " and I’m told I’m a really good kisser. Nevermind that I have a natural inclination to self-sacrifice and listen to bleed from the heart. Careful it doesn’t break! Such a precarious thing. Volatile, precarious snow globe of a thing. I’ll take these small hands and stretch them out and cradle you all in a vast palm basin. I can take you up on my shoulders; a piggy-ride home " Kneel down beside you to take up oak mantle. I’ll help you carry that up the rest of the hill. © 2014 Jessica M. Lundquist |
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