Poem.

2005-11-05T03:16:51Z

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
He wrote a poem
& called it “Chops”
Because that was the name of his dog
& that’s what it was all about
& his teacher gave him an A
& a gold star
& his mother hung it on the kitchen door
& read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
Took all the kids to the zoo
& let them sing on the bus
& his little sister was born
With tiny toenails & no hair
& his mother & father kissed a lot
& the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
& he has to ask his father what the X’s meant
& his father always tucked him in bed at night
& he was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with lines
He wrote a poem
& he called it “autumn”
Because that was the name of the season
& that’s what it was all about
& his teacher gave him an A
& asked him to write more clearly
& his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because of its new paint
& the kids told him
That Father Tracy smoked cigars
& left butts on the pews
& sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
& the girl around the corner laughed
When he asked her to go see Santa Claus
& the kids told him why
& his mother & father kissed a lot
& his father never tucked him in bed at night
& his father got mad
When he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
& he called it “Innocence: A Question”
Because that was the question about his girl
& that’s what it was all about
& his professor gave him an A
& a strange steady look
& his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
& he forgot how the end
Of the Apostle’s Creed went
& he caught his sister
Making out on the back porch
& his mother & father never kissed
Or even talking
& the girl around the corner
Wore too much make-up
That made him cough when he kissed her
But he kissed her anyway
Because that was the thing to do
& at 3 A.M. he tucked himself into bed
His father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
He tried another poem and called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was all about
& he gave himself an A
& a slash on each damned wrist
& he hung it on the bathroom door
Because this time he didn’t think
He could reach the kitchen.

Dear Friend; Part deux.

2005-11-03T13:05:38Z

On second thought, you can have him.

Love always,
Carly.

Dear Friend,

2005-11-02T20:30:50Z

I am sure that you don't know how much pain you are causing me. I know this, because I love you & you love me. But I think you should know. & I know you can't change your feelings for him. I'm not asking you to change your feelings for him...

I don't know what I'm asking.

Love Always,
Carly.

OMFGZ, POSER!!@#$%

Poem.

Dear Friend; Part deux.

Dear Friend,