I have your balled-up flannel in the backseat of my car STILL. The Edges are torn and several buttons are gone. You wrote your name in a patch of window fog, and I kept that TOO. I kept you, ALL OF YOU. You have a home in my heart, and in my car, and in the dark spot under my bed where your holey sneakers never came back from. Most of all, you have a home with Me. ----------------------------- a non-sonnet about an echo...... Where did you put it all? Where did you put The Pain? The Doubts? The Resentment? The Terror???? Did you wad it up into a ball and stick in the back seat of my car? No, you let it grow and grow, and it swallowed you whole. Right-handed child that tried to write lefty. Stolen kisses behind the shed, Daddy's whiskey hot on your lips. Brunette Children made to look blonde, more fair-waspish- lining up behind you like tiny soldiers of Mother's mercy----and you, You couldn't make those dark roots disappear fast enough. I won't forget that. I swear to You, I WON'T. You loved to eat mangos with your hands------someone said that, but I knew that already....... "Where'd you put your eyeglasses? How many times has it been since you lost them in a week?" Too busy swimming in your mind, and counting lazy ducks in the pond-------Turn that down before she calls the cops......."I can't roll them like you do, because my fingers are not as graceful."------- SHHHHHHHHH------don't wake him, he's had a rough day- Week, Night, Year, Life.......I love you, Mr. Grey, even though you didn't think that I should.
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