The Thing in my Throat
I want this thing in my throat
To grow legs and crawl out of me
I want it to wander the world
And learn wisdom
I want it to ponder the mysteries of the universe
I want it to talk with sages
About God and the meaning of life.
I want it to meet lots of other things with legs.
I want it to go on a shonen training arc.
I want it to come home to me
Wiser, stronger
Fierce brave and bold
I want to see its journeys in its demeanor
I want to be proud of it
Right down to my bones
And I can call it my son
And it will know I am its mother
And then
I can wrap it in a tissue
And flush it down the toilet
But only
After it’s lived a full, full life.
I hope one day
To raise the thing that will best me.
But until that day
This stupid shit will keep happening.
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(Psst. I’m supposed to be on hiatus, but—)
Your poetry is strong, and it’s been especially strong as of late. This is excellent.
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Haha, this is the one that resuscitated you from hiatus? This!? Hahaha! That’s fantastic. ❤ I'm happy to hear from you 🙂 I've been feeling kind of bleh lately and really selfish, haven't been reading anyone's stuff. It's that extra touch of evil you are sensing, I think.
I hope you enjoy your break… This comment thread will self destruct in five seconds.
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I’m sorry you’ve been feeling bleh. 😦 There’s nothing wrong with being selfish, especially as far as WordPress is concerned. Just take care of yourself.
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I feel better now!
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Oh, wait! Am I in the five second window? Shit – what do I say??? It’s – umh, interesting….
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BOOOOM!
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Woah, what happened here? I see a page with golden writing on it. I can make out most of it – I think I’ll put it in a frame. It deserves it. Everything else is blackened and crispy…did I just step on a human arm?
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My best poem is the one that burned up in a tragic spontaneous combustion, taking the lives of two commenters. It’s way past legible, but those little human interest elements surrounding its creation (or destruction) are all that really make a work of art interesting anyway.
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I have a horrendous image of a loogie-frog baby
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Good. You should.
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