loathing
hating myself then
loving then hating then
loving then
loving then landing
on something about solitude
and legacy
and longing
for the way my parents divided up the treasures
of my childhood
the equation nearly always tipping sisterward
sent priority to St. louis
a simple algebraic study of
tensors, space
a quartz island, a basement for storing
my little alligator with the snapping jaws and
the German candle pyramid that
mesmerized with its mystery flame wind
Oatmeal the bear a prince amongst dust bunnies
stuffed in a box
in the house that is too big and too fine
in the basement that floods
that will keep flooding
sending
an end-times river of my favorite things
drifting dreamily, nightmarishly
down pointer lane
and I am 4 and elated
and 34 and bereft
and 17 and certain
and 11 and scared
and confusing legacy with prophecy
maybe
and wanting to know to whom
and for when
and mostly where
I should leave
the fish dish and the oak duck
with the hollow bowl of a back
black silk coat of bearded irises
the luck cat who may or may not wave
when ink blots out the sun
the little star map of a lap quilt
which might prove useful
and the smiling cumulus alarm clock
that will stop keeping time
if or when the world
ends
17 and certain/ 11 and scared <3
ReplyDeletehonored to know and get to know some of these treasures!
feeling that conflation of "and wanting to know to whom/and for when/and mostly where" deeply but also love all of this, thank you
ReplyDeleteso thing rich!
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