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Samantha’s Daily Poem

January 4, 2015

The Santa card

We’ve taken down the wreath
and the Christmas lights
but I can’t stop using it

the Santa card

for all my resistance
to a religion
about a judge in the sky

I am like a preacher
about the other bearded guy
we never get to see
and his list of naughty and nice

he’s always watching you

I say several times a day
and your dad looks at me
like he’s wondering when
a horrible person swallowed me

I tell you that it doesn’t count
if you’re nice
just to get presents
but if I’m honest I really like it when you’re nice
so I don’t pry
which is what made me cry a little
when you gave your sister
a gentle kiss on her head

when you didn’t know I was watching
looking up to the sky afterwards
to say

Santa I hope
you wrote down
that I just did that
for love.

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January 3, 2015

The tangled earth

You shuffle around the house
in your boots and coat
even eating like that
all bundled up
in your high chair
bits of porridge stuck
to your hood

you bring us your socks
your mittens
your hat
balanced on the top
of your head

or sometimes your dad’s hat
which covers your eyes
and makes us all laugh

we thought you just liked
to dress up
until you began
standing at the door

you want out
you want down
you want to rub your stare
into the tangled earth
making sense and delight of it all

and so this morning
as you bring us your coat again
and we say
as we always do

in a little while, sweet pea
we have to eat first

you must wonder
as we would
if there was a million dollars
sitting outside our door
what could possibly
hold us back.

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January 2, 2015

How I know I am an optimist

I know I am an optimist
because I am always pleased
when the house is tidy
surveying it
like the conqueror
of somebody else’s land

and I believe it will stay that way
that I am not Sisyphus
that the boulder
will not fall again

and when your dad sings from downstairs

there’s somethin’ dead or dyin’
in our fridge

in his best Neil Young voice
I know that I will simply hunt down the soft lump
throw it away
and we will never waste food again

and when your sister
takes all the clothes off the hangers
while I am folding laundry
and you yell

it’s a emergency

because you meant to print
one copy of the Snow White picture
but for some reason it printed 60 copies
and we can’t get it to stop

I just lay down on the floor
and let the rhythm of the printer
soothe me
like a heartbeat

I know
it will be different

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November 29, 2014

Picking a kindergarten

It’s odd
these moments of choosing
of giving you over
to one
of the murky futures

pick me
pick me

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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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