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lucy’s in her pretty dress,
playing in the dust
‘take off your dress, lucy!
oh, you just must!’
mum runs over and claws
at her chest
‘you’ll ruin this one
like all the rest!’
lucy’s laughing and
digging a hole
‘lucy! why cant you just
do what you’re told?!’
lucy’s pretending the
hole is a grave
‘you better watch out, girl
if you don’t behave!’
mum is grabbing at the
bottom of the skirt.
lucy’s dress is
covered in dirt.
‘lucy! what did i say?’
lucy laughs
and looks away
she digs the grave wider
and pushes mummy in
she covers her up
burying her
up to her chin
‘lucy!’ mum yells,
‘stop it right now!’
i’d like to, thinks lucy,
but i don’t know how.
so she kept on going
covering up mum’s face
throwing dirt and laughter
all over the place
when the burying was done
lucy’d had her fun
so she took off her dress
and put it with the rest
playing in the dust
‘take off your dress, lucy!
oh, you just must!’
mum runs over and claws
at her chest
‘you’ll ruin this one
like all the rest!’
lucy’s laughing and
digging a hole
‘lucy! why cant you just
do what you’re told?!’
lucy’s pretending the
hole is a grave
‘you better watch out, girl
if you don’t behave!’
mum is grabbing at the
bottom of the skirt.
lucy’s dress is
covered in dirt.
‘lucy! what did i say?’
lucy laughs
and looks away
she digs the grave wider
and pushes mummy in
she covers her up
burying her
up to her chin
‘lucy!’ mum yells,
‘stop it right now!’
i’d like to, thinks lucy,
but i don’t know how.
so she kept on going
covering up mum’s face
throwing dirt and laughter
all over the place
when the burying was done
lucy’d had her fun
so she took off her dress
and put it with the rest
Literature
summer children, we were'
ii.
we carved animals
from ivory castles
floating in the sun. we were
the doting spring mayflies
twisting upon meadows,
wreathing lilies between
toes, breathing --
iii.
between the sheets
of golden chaff,
she whispered, "let's dance in the rain
on the cobblestone streets
before the singing rosebud
mutes her swollen gown.'
:
past the shivering
moon we snuck
with shadows tucked
into dreams. we were
waltzing toy soldiers,
our peace-broken holster
Literature
Your Poem
On the twentieth day of July 69,
For the first time in history,
The moon landed on a man.
The first time such move had been attempted by a celestial body,
A great feat of precision,
Didn't crush the man at all.
You see, we see things from our eyes,
And everyone knows our eyes see upside down.
Or is that the right way up?
I could tell you about walking through deserts,
The beauty of running water, of rain,
You'd be thinking of TV shows.
When was the last time you were challenged,
Walked away from a conversation stunned.
Who are you listening to, me or yourself?
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Is meaning in the eye of t
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Expecting
Expecting
three houses down,
the neighbor boy's soft
spot has fused together
too soon. now his brain has no
room to grow.
I cannot allow my mind to dwell
the daughter of a guy I work with
has Down syndrome,
an immortal
toddler. her nose runs; she watches
cartoons. they have a special
guard
on the front doorknob.
I cannot allow my mind to dwell
my half-brother's adopted daughter
was born
with spina bifida. she wears special
braces on her ankles
to help her walk. she suffers
operation after
operation, but
the doctors are certain: one day the cord
will simply
stretch
too
taut.
I cannot allow my mind
our first was born
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wow. crazy. i love it.