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Changeling

i was forced to live in the hotel lobby
the carpet was scratchy, red and gold
wood-paneled walls and the smell of smoke and drinks
no place for a baby!

(i think i remember something else
something having to do with shallow water rushing
over stones? green daisies floating and a hillock
with a door? the smell of rain cupped in petals
music like the wind
playing her silver hair
someone i loved
someone who loved
me?)

but in that lobby
without rain or wind or any
thing you could call music
one lady fought revulsion
and took pity on me
big and pale with my bobble head
swollen, half blind eyes
and an old man's voice

she carried me upstairs
lay me on the bedspread and dressed me
then she fed me from a bottle
though i made her queasy

she knew she had to learn compassion
i'm that part of her she hates
ugly, weak, abandoned
severed from my illumined world
not loveable apparently

but someone has to do it




Comments

  • Ashley Elizabeth Wednesday, 12 September 2012

    Nevermind the raisins but my baby never enjoyed ra...

    Nevermind the raisins but my baby never enjoyed raspberries the older she got the more I wondered why she didn't like anything she had before on her fourth birthday, the number I hated, I watched her cut off all her hair and cry because she felt so wild oh changeling you're still mine oh changeling we can make this work, can't we? oh changeling, where has my other baby gone? You love to sing, and dance, and tell me stories I wonder if she would too You say there's nothing you can do you really hate school I wonder if she would too Do you ever talk to her tell her the secrets you know that she should too? oh changeling you're still mine oh changeling we can make this work, can't we? oh changeling, where has my other baby gone?

  • Exitonpch Sunday, 09 September 2012

    Left Suddenly I had to do everything with my left...

    LeftSuddenly I had to do everythingwith my left handlike I was someone newto writing, not that the chicken scratchlooked much different from normaland throwing a ball? Where do you stepwhen you throw a ball wrong, er, left?I had to look out of the other side of my braintry to see color from violet to redread from right to left like Kanjithat reminds me, do people on the other sideof the world, who read in script not lettersdo they think I'm some kind of reverse humansomeone who hasn't flippedenough to see that the 21st centurywon't belong to some spangled bannerbut to those who can drown the pastfill in three gorges like a bathtubit makes me wonderif my brain will adjust to the new verticalif I'll have to switch all the keys on the keyboardor just cross my handsturn the TV upside downwhistle by breathing inwatch a sunset with one eye closedmaybe it won't be as hard as I imagined

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