Prompt from BlueJay Prompt Journal: What never mattered, anyway?<\/p>\n
Prompt 17:<\/p>\n
Somewhere in northern lousiana<\/p>\n
but farther south than I’m willing to admit –<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
there’s a house with a dusty rose bar stool<\/p>\n
that has had four dozen poems written about it<\/p>\n
and a drawing of a monkey holding a unicorn<\/p>\n
on faded newsprint paper – in charcoal far too<\/p>\n
perfect to have been crafted by whim.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Together they hold on to everything that is left<\/p>\n
of the person I was simultaneously most proud<\/p>\n
and least proud of being – wrapped up in empty<\/p>\n
bags that held kona coffee at one point – but smell<\/p>\n
of pistachios – because that’s just how things in this<\/p>\n
place were. They followed the rules of reality –<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
but were somehow still part of something entirely different.<\/p>\n
It was in that house that you told me – to follow my dreams<\/p>\n
and fuck the expectations thrust upon me. Where you said<\/p>\n
you’d forever be my artist if only I could continue to write.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And now you’re back but the house isn’t and my eyes<\/p>\n
swell with tears I don’t know how to explain. And you are<\/p>\n
indeed my artist – but even that does not feel like<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
enough.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
-M. Rene’<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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