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that Spring of 30 years ago
I'd been reduced to eating crusts pulled from pizza boxes in hallway bathrooms that Spring my insides tried to force themselves outside and a man whose hand swallowed both of my own saved me I felt the pull of a long fat wide straw from my throat as I awoke cotton-balled in artificial sleep with a throat parched as the sand-polished Gobi by the infamous Gibli the right side of my abdomen a split over-ripe prune plum bulging and stitched a blip-ping chorus of monitors serenading me the masked faces had kind eyes but touched me with gloved hands and a passing cleaning women hissed and made the sign of the evil eye at the door the parade of visitor came: my Grandparents both wringing hands my Grandmother glancing away so quickly I couldn't catch her eyes Grandpa giving me the usual talk of bootstraps and buggies and the old farmer's multi-finger hand shake a yuppie boyfriend arriving after work to spray me with words I barely heard a male admirer who showered me with small Gund animals a Woozle, a Zebra a Giraffe all deposited in my hospital-gowned lap his stale un-washed breathe punctuating the stagnant sterilized air my blond friend wearing a smile and my old dress and kissing me on the forehead the giant doctor I saw through as a shimmering mirage he filled the doorway and shimmied sideways his deep baritone voice explaining you'll have to stay longer the word "peritonitis" lingering and falling like blown-dandelions in the air and I a flicker of thin light a lighthouse beam searching for land and safe-passage through painful waves and storm-rocked seas.. having lost my anchor near the bottom of my ocean for what seemed to be yesterday but was actually, a long long time ago where did I go? LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 3:26pm PST 4/5/2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER. POETTESS MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD AND THIS IS LITERALLY STRAIGHT FROM MY TILT-A-WORLD OF OVER THIRTY YEARS AGO. Vote for this poem |
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