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“Comin for to Carry Me Home” (Freewrite - 3.5.13)
Some nights she was
a double-take-smile
an affirmation by soft-eyes and fluttering lashes
that hobbled like me wasn’t quite sure what to call
a proof that fit for photographs was possible
for a misprint puzzle piece that never made it to the box
a post-modern sculptor able to see art in me;
I would have lived in her hands.
Other nights she was
a swift machete swung
low,
swung chariot,
swung like her father taught her,
like comes natural to her,
like she swung all her life,
good follow through;
the kind of sweeping shot to legs
that reminds you of your damaged parts and
all the things you’ve learned to walk through
your wobbling knees; atrophies you had
forgotten were ever not a part of you
that turns prosthesis into
paper mache and
reminds you that before your
feet found this callous
that the coals used to feel hot
I never
go to sleep
ungrateful.
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