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Samantha’s Daily Poem

November 26, 2014

The myth of epiphanies

The myth is that epiphanies roar
when in fact they are more
like bubbles in mud

a whisper
a gurgle
a hunch

everything is small
when it is born
and so it is
that so often
they are buried
as so many small
things are

so you ask
the wise ones
how do you feed them
and they tell you

to jump

so you do
not knowing
if you are falling
or flying
because at first
they are
the same.

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November 25, 2014

Plains of exasperation

When did I lose my grace
the wedge of time
when I wanted to yell
but didn’t

when I wanted to mute
your crying
but found my own
silence instead

when did I arrive here
on these plains
of exasperation

where was my future self
reminding me
the day is not so far away
when I will ache for this

but instead I lay there
how much longer
until I was free.

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November 24, 2014

Why I write

I don’t write to remember
that when we drove past
the electrical tower
you said

look, it’s the Eiffel Tower

I write to leave crumbs
so I can find my way back
if I need to
at the end
for a moment
to inhale
that time
when my life
was big and new.

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November 23, 2014

The meat section

We’re at the grocery store
and you point to the meat section

what animal is that, mama

it’s been a long time
since I ate meat
but I can tell it’s a cow

but cows aren’t pink

you say this quite loud
and for some reason
I feel the need to whisper
the part about the blood
and then I smile
at the man beside me
who buys the lamb
and doesn’t smile back

you ask me what he bought
so I tell you
and you want to know
which one is the chicken
and do they sell roosters too
and where are the pigs

so we look at all of it
up close
under plastic skin
and your chin
starts to quiver

what if these are mamas
and their babies miss them

but suddenly
your face brightens

they probably
die the families at the same time
so they stay together
in the store

I say
you are probably right
and we finish our shop
holding hands.

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November 22, 2014

Allergic to shy

You’re wearing a black wig
and a piece of felt around your head
as a witch hat

you had big plans to dress up
for our trip to the library

to show the librarian
that you were pretending to be
the character in the book

but then you realized
that everyone would see you
and you say

I’m allergic to shy

I laugh
which makes you stomp
and throw the shoe horn
you were using as a wand

so I apologize
right into your ribs
which I tell you
is a shortcut
to your heart

and I ask you
where you learned
about being allergic

you remember mama
at the aquarium
that girl told us
she was allergic
to selfish.

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