Take Your Daughter to Work DayA Poem by AlexandraShe kneels in the garden and yanks up the weeds one, by one, by one, by one she stands up to wipe the sweat from her face in the sun, hot sun, no fun, can’t run she smiles at the plants, proud of the way they grow, they grow, and grow, and grow in the wheelbarrow she reaches for the compost she'll spread on her seeds, she sows, to grow, to grow but she's not very careful and the fertilizer drips down her knee, her knee, and now can't you see the mushrooms that sprout that grow as tall as the trees, tall trees, a tree on Colleen "well, for how much that cost, At least it works well" and so quick,
how quick! Too quick? Quite quick so she tromps
out of the garden and
tightropes the lollipop stick. White
stick? I hope there's no spit. She reaches
the candy Crystal sugar
in the light that glows,
that gleams, grape-flavored pristine it alights
on the pop and roars
its head back Colleen,
Colleen, what do you see? The size of
two cars the
butterfly stomps on the ground,
the ground, POUND, POUND she first
tries to pet but
withdraws her hand, choosing to bow, she
bows, he bows, they bow "to
reward your respect on me you
may climb and we'll fly,
so high, so high, so high" so she
grabs the antenna the seat
belt she fastens to rise, so
high, Colleen in the sky above pink
plastic legs lawn
flamingos beak-first in the dirt,
the dirt, the dirt will not hurt through the
sliding glass maw so now the
garden they will desert,
desert, desert, desert they fly ‘round
the corner she sees
the plush mountains snow white,
so white, carpeted delight cheery
blocks and scattered dolls a peril for
those not aloft so nice,
the sight, of toys, the sight at the top
of the stairs a lavender
room with rugs green, like
grass, green grass, soft grass but she
collides with a thought her steed
falls the wings shatter like glass,
stained glass, big crash, en masse twisted metal,
bloody glass outsider Colleen
views the scene,
the scene, a dream? That scene the police
arrived first but the
first one they called was Colleen,
Colleen, they called Colleen she runs
out of the cab her man
beneath white sheets pale,
still, is there any breath there? She sees them
extract the other
small form broken and
cold, there’s no breath there. Colleen
does not want to see she just
wants to do what she
wills, happy, is what she wills she turns
her back on the screen and with
joy she gulps down one more pill,
a pill, more pills, need pills color
returns to the lavender room the rocking
horse whinnies in approval and Colleen,
is free, to buzz with the bees but the
ceiling pulses in red rage footsteps
up the stairs "Colleen,
Colleen, where can you be?" She falls
in the dust a hand
grabs her arm, and she rebels,
resists, writhes, rebels but the
arms grip her tight her
forehead kissed soft as her anger is quelled,
she will, no longer feel hell the bottle
goes in Todd’s coat he’ll bring
the pills once more to the the trash,
the trash, the trash, the trash "Colleen,
once again here I catch you and
once again I must ask, I ask,
I really must ask: why do you
leave me? Each time I
fear you will never come back,
come back, Colleen, come back I promised
I loved you and I'd
make sure that you’re never alone,
alone, alone, alone but when
you take these pills I can't
trust you to go to her stone,
her stone, our baby’s gravestone. So take my
hand not those pills and you can
be strong with me,
with me, Colleen, Colleen." She says
not a word But stands
up to see A house that
is empty, save, for she the nursery
she scans and grabbing
a broom Todd's
voice in her ear faded as she
sweeps up the ashes she laughs
to herself, “why did I have
them cremated?" © 2015 Alexandra |
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