Betty BearA Poem by LaurenThe purveyor of my dreams with eyes like hollow black marbles smiles beneath the battered blankets of my restless midnight. She smells of baby powder and brownie batter, of cigarettes and rest homes.
I smile back with glitter in my teeth.
I lose myself in glimpses of the heaven she sees and cry, for her clothes are worn and her skin is overwashed. I fear I may lose her, have to say goodbye as I did to her keeper - have to forget the echoing sounds of rocking chairs my angel once sat in and write eulogies for sweet tea and bananas on the front porch.
I hold her tightly against me, letting her feel my warmth, knowing the one watching me held her this way too. © 2008 Lauren |
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Added on April 2, 2008 |