POINSETTIA
In the grocery store buying beer and a poinsettia
I meet a deaf woman she is old and her hair is white and gray
I am overacting at the hands her husband has deep wrinkles and the beard of a homeless man going out at the ends in wisps of smoke she points to a sticker
50% off on the bag of dog food now rolling down the blackness toward glowing hands
I set the plastic bar between our items she smiles at the sticker and I give her a cartoon thumbs up and the sensor stops the blackness is there nothing I can do sneaking through this world christmas things in the first half of every aisle you woman from the store and your husband I saw bent at the waist studying the whisky tell me what I can do the poinsettia is expanding in my very …show more content…
You always look so sad, so absolutely tired. I like to imagine, in your silent teenaged years, that there were points when a wisp of a woman's hair sent your whole body electric and someone held back yours while you puked in the morning after. Maybe you took up painting once on pieces of wood you found leaning up against walls because you were tired of talking. Maybe you showed your mother one and she made a comment that stopped the whole project in a single, cold second and maybe you went to lie in the hay after and cry. Maybe a spider crawled across your leg and you shot up with a breathy exclamation and accidentally crushed half its body it when you brushed it off. Maybe you questioned the existence of good and evil and said so over dinner in an over-dramatic monologue and then accidentally dropped your plate in front of everyone. Maybe you didn't want to be the son of God, maybe you wanted to keep building shelves next to Joseph. Maybe you wanted to kiss that girl after pointing out a constellation, maybe you planned it out too specifically and she could tell. Maybe she laughed and put her forehead to your shoulder. Maybe that was it. Maybe you shone in a way that made her nervous and she went away. Maybe God said something to her. Christ, I like seeing you as a baby kissing your mother's cheek. I hope it's
In the grocery store buying beer and a poinsettia
I meet a deaf woman she is old and her hair is white and gray
I am overacting at the hands her husband has deep wrinkles and the beard of a homeless man going out at the ends in wisps of smoke she points to a sticker
50% off on the bag of dog food now rolling down the blackness toward glowing hands
I set the plastic bar between our items she smiles at the sticker and I give her a cartoon thumbs up and the sensor stops the blackness is there nothing I can do sneaking through this world christmas things in the first half of every aisle you woman from the store and your husband I saw bent at the waist studying the whisky tell me what I can do the poinsettia is expanding in my very …show more content…
You always look so sad, so absolutely tired. I like to imagine, in your silent teenaged years, that there were points when a wisp of a woman's hair sent your whole body electric and someone held back yours while you puked in the morning after. Maybe you took up painting once on pieces of wood you found leaning up against walls because you were tired of talking. Maybe you showed your mother one and she made a comment that stopped the whole project in a single, cold second and maybe you went to lie in the hay after and cry. Maybe a spider crawled across your leg and you shot up with a breathy exclamation and accidentally crushed half its body it when you brushed it off. Maybe you questioned the existence of good and evil and said so over dinner in an over-dramatic monologue and then accidentally dropped your plate in front of everyone. Maybe you didn't want to be the son of God, maybe you wanted to keep building shelves next to Joseph. Maybe you wanted to kiss that girl after pointing out a constellation, maybe you planned it out too specifically and she could tell. Maybe she laughed and put her forehead to your shoulder. Maybe that was it. Maybe you shone in a way that made her nervous and she went away. Maybe God said something to her. Christ, I like seeing you as a baby kissing your mother's cheek. I hope it's