From A Night Without Armor : Poems
Showing posts with label Jewel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jewel. Show all posts
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Monday, December 20, 2010
Jewel
Though I am 8
Though I am 8, my father is 63 years old.
He drinks concoctions of chickweed, garlic, and ordinary
grass
pulled out of the front lawn. He blends it with
a machine that wakes me every morning.
It makes a loud growl. He is worried, I think,
he won’t make it to my high school graduation.
Outside, winter swallows my footsteps
as quickly as they are laid,
which makes me cry.
From A Night Without Armor : Poems
Though I am 8, my father is 63 years old.
He drinks concoctions of chickweed, garlic, and ordinary
grass
pulled out of the front lawn. He blends it with
a machine that wakes me every morning.
It makes a loud growl. He is worried, I think,
he won’t make it to my high school graduation.
Outside, winter swallows my footsteps
as quickly as they are laid,
which makes me cry.
From A Night Without Armor : Poems
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Jewel
Can you imagine
how silent
a plane crash would be
if you were deaf?
How unbearably loud a rape?
how silent
a plane crash would be
if you were deaf?
How unbearably loud a rape?
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