I Was Not Even Born When You Turned Into A Candy Dish
Poetry / And I knew then that you were good. And I took
everything back down to the river
in gratitude. Some people express complicated
emotions with their teeth, and imagine how
the teeth feel! Ok so I wanted
to be different. In a situation seriously lacking
imagination don’t we become less
than ourselves? Don’t we mean to pack
a shiny blue suitcase and leave it
when we board the plane? Most days I wake
up and panic my eyes out. Most days begin
on a linear trajectory toward more
embarrassed days. But often a gasp
of light. Often a landscape you rendered well
enough to eat. Wow is what I want
to internalize. You are what gently tempers
the beauty of all this sky.
Published with permission from Country Music Poetry, an online poetry journal that wants “poems that improve the culture of which you are a part.” It is edited by Scott Ables in Honolulu, [countrymusicpoetry.org].
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