another from an old notebook... WAITING ROOM They are calling names and I wonder should I check my wristband to see if they are calling me? (c)mbscarpa 2014
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Going through old notebooks, I found this poem (written in a poetry workshop, circa 2010). I had forgotten it entirely, and wasn't even sure I was the author until I found the rough draft. Belonging They need this weight, their bodies, their problems their daily lives, their loneliness. change miss realize regain [thighs] [nearly] work. Some keep pets and lavish feelings of growing old being overcome their loneliness. shallow breathing improper body wrong weight faulty habits. Sex freedom is always adjusted and restored to controversy. (c)mbscarpa 2014 -----------------------------
Prompt: take two pages from an old book, fold them in half the tall way, tape them together, and make an erasure poem. When you have grown your feet back into earth, trunk fat with rings of imperfections; When you have traded suppleness for strength, and winds, which bowed you once, now hold no sway; Come to me then. I have spent years of trying-to-forget-you learning to hold my eyes open in the sun. At twenty-two watched fireworks on the Seine, wide-eyed, smokey skies ablaze. Our boat docked too near, debris and ash rained down. I stood blinking for my sight. If I could squeeze them tightly shut... ! But not to miss a moment of the finger-painted sky was worth the waves of water washing shrapnel from my eyes. (c) 2014 mbscarpa
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