They throw their hands up
Bemoan their rebel daughters
Who long for freedom
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
They throw their hands up
Bemoan their rebel daughters
Who long for freedom
Despite warnings
We all believe
In a vacuum
That surrounds
And
Brings art
Into the party
Before
Inevitably
Every super group
Individually
Combining
As if they were an
Endlessly drab
Theme park ride
You will find it funny,
How many of those Death Cab songs you like so much, those modern fairy tales
Seem to have come true
But don’t worry so much.
Not because there’s nothing to worry about
Time won’t cure you of that
But because you dont know what to worry about
And because it tends to get in the way of the good things that are coming
I prefer a London fog
She takes her coffee black
There are windows on the street front
We hole up in the back
The sight of all the concrete
It’s too much for us to bear
We come from green fir forests
And wish we were still there
In the dark, woodpaneled corner
Of the neighborhood cafe
We remember hush of mornings
When moonbeams met the day
It struck me as the name of
A vessel in distress
Like Titanic, mortally wounded and sinking
It called to mind daring rescues and
War movies and Tom Hanks, for some reason
It was my mother’s favorite
And I knew it was about rabbits
But it bored me and the other imagery took over
And I forgot about it
Until I left home and came back enough times to need something to tether me to her
To myself
To our childhoods
To the ways we are so alike
He is loud
and he kicks tables
and when he drinks too much he’s never sorry
I am stubborn
and overly careful
and I cry all the time
and together we are perfection
I lie admiring your vulnerability
Like the fresh pink skin under a scab
How you wrap yourself in it
And become stronger
More beautiful
The places where you’ve stitched yourself together
Allow light to escape
I can see the keys
Ready just where I left them
The doorknob rattles
Everyone I ever knew
Has crowded onto my bed
Which is impossibly large and only grows
But I can see their faces each so clearly
Their mouths opening to speak
All one wordless noise
And then they’re gone
Proportions restored
And there you are
Breathing softly
Beside me
I have taken an offering
Meant for others
And broken a chain of understanding
And rendered intent directionless, untethered
And made of it something more beautiful than could have been achieved by following the rules.