Does a body good

I was not born a child.

Strange. I was allergic to all milk.
I was openly resented for this
Growing up.
My bones are stronger for this.
Never broken one.
I don’t drink it.

I was raised as an orphan in my family.

I was taken in, hosted, taunted and cast out.
I was not like any other. I was an only child,
a broken mold.

Bearing no resemblance. A reassurance,
that nothing contagious was mixed in the kool-aid.

I was ugly, I was sexy, I was young, I was powerful,
I was smarter than most, I was curious and sensitive
I was giving and giving and gave it all away.

I lied. I faked it. I made and lost it.

I was nothing until I redeemed what
I was worth and after taxes,
it was not equitable to fulfilled.

Half-full and half-cocked.

This fair skin is not thin.
I have grown vicious through exposure
and ferment my sugars.

I have soured and forgotten too often
before I remember, I am

Lactose intolerant and hormone infected.

(But as far as childhood dreams go-
I do like the new milk commercial on TV).



Painting by Harold Gilman, 1918 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

America the Insoluble

Family members, Party members, Americans and 

American'ts: There will be no favors!

Some were lovable, some detestable

at best

loving and despising felt passionate.

In the city, at the hearth, families are

making and breaking ties

and promises. 

Some of which, solidify under stress,

Some are just now breaking down,

None with ease,

All with intention.

The residue of a last name, 

hangs like an apostrophe, drops like the 'e',

and is only detectable in the darkest matters,

where love is made, despite the conditions.

Life-like, we all play

our parts, ruin our roles,

and forget our lines

showing our age.

When a kiss is blown

from seven generations away 

and lands on the cheek of resemblance

it all matters more than a passing breeze

to shoot at.

Collectively, granite, like

Love makes mountains, and

flecks of abhoration make ashes 

fly elsewhere. Never to rest

peacefully. 

Blue was expanding.

Touching us all

leaves two hands stained

with family history.

The stars remain
cornered.

Photo of The Atwater Family in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

The difference between a Dream Catcher and a Net

Sabotage is a safety net holding trust,

roughly forgetting the holes.

If thrown a rope,

                          followed by the knotty words

wound upin twisted and twined you'd find,

                                                   Trust Me &

                                                   Brace yourself

against loss of wind.

                                 This body will keep

the soul inside,

Believe where needed, as patches 

so sweetly in red clay

sabotage calls itself Support

and says you may

                            lean comfortably-

this way, 

                            hear the bricks stack up

Briefly before

the windows were all caulked in.

Nobody could tell

if the lights were left on

or if there is anything to eat.

If only we could get through

starvation seems imminent.



Image credit By Nicholls Horace, taken 1914 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

    

What does it take (Hi-Q)

Why remind them Why?
Perseverance requires
more than one person.















Painting by August Macke, c. 1913 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.