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riding the elevator
down,
with the red
and clear
bags of waste,
evidence of
the dead
or hardly living,
as several
women
dressed in blue
stepped on
all smiling
but one,
pretty
young
nurse
who smelled
of soiled linen
and raspberry
chewing gum
before it's
drained of flavor
she stared
helplessly
at the floor
as if she
didn't believe
her designer shoes
were upon it,
or she
could still see
the blood
long washed away,
the smiles
loaded
and unloaded
the flesh
and bone
that carried them
I took notice
of her hand
shaking
like mine would
after a night of drinking
what was only sometimes
enough,
floor
by floor
the cleaning ladies
got on,
and off,
bringing their
spanish conversations
with them,
as we roared
toward the ground floor,
it was as though
she was pulled
from the
screams
and moans
that plagued her,
she emitted a sigh
like people
I'de often seen,
that had
spent their tears
for the day
and knew how
to budget them,
we were alone
me
her
and
the bags
of garbage
I spoke,
"rough day?"
she made
direct
eye contact with me
as if sifting
through
my thoughts
my past
my intentions
and everything
I lugged around
much like the trash
"I've seen things today that...
just wear your seat belt."
she sniffled,
and walked out
into the sunlight,
no more
raspberry,
just me
and the
stench
of death
headed for
the basement
down,
with the red
and clear
bags of waste,
evidence of
the dead
or hardly living,
as several
women
dressed in blue
stepped on
all smiling
but one,
pretty
young
nurse
who smelled
of soiled linen
and raspberry
chewing gum
before it's
drained of flavor
she stared
helplessly
at the floor
as if she
didn't believe
her designer shoes
were upon it,
or she
could still see
the blood
long washed away,
the smiles
loaded
and unloaded
the flesh
and bone
that carried them
I took notice
of her hand
shaking
like mine would
after a night of drinking
what was only sometimes
enough,
floor
by floor
the cleaning ladies
got on,
and off,
bringing their
spanish conversations
with them,
as we roared
toward the ground floor,
it was as though
she was pulled
from the
screams
and moans
that plagued her,
she emitted a sigh
like people
I'de often seen,
that had
spent their tears
for the day
and knew how
to budget them,
we were alone
me
her
and
the bags
of garbage
I spoke,
"rough day?"
she made
direct
eye contact with me
as if sifting
through
my thoughts
my past
my intentions
and everything
I lugged around
much like the trash
"I've seen things today that...
just wear your seat belt."
she sniffled,
and walked out
into the sunlight,
no more
raspberry,
just me
and the
stench
of death
headed for
the basement
Literature
Driftfoot
waking up at 3 past midnight
wiping dreams from my calm eyes
no starlight peering through the blinds
but still i find myself alive
my bones are up and want to jam
a barefoot run at 4am
the blue hood swirls about my head
and lifts my sweet heart back to bed
Literature
Tears of Joy
I will never forget the day
you came into my world.
It was the first time
I ever wept tears of joy.
I heard your voice for the first time,
and it was unlike any I have ever heard.
When I touched your hand
I felt all of the colors of the rainbow.
The world stopped that day
just to take a peek at you,
and you lit up the room!
You were so perfect!
A new love in my life!
I nearly hit the floor when I heard
"Congratulations it's a boy!"
Literature
aches
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
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If only her advice fell
on the right ears.
on the right ears.
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