My take on Martin Espada's curse:
For the time I got left alone in the house and had no fucking clue what to do
I realize that now it's all forgotten
I don't have to worry about this kind of
solidarity, loneliness, the epitome of such
that I felt that night, in the house alone
I see that you might've had things to do
or one of you was elsewhere in the house
but god damn it, you could've said
literally anything, to me, when I woke up
That shit scarred me for a while and
I probably wont forget it for another 15 years
and you were just sleeping, and to me it was a crisis
Sherman Alexie style poem:
Curse XX
When, I find
when traveling,
a kid alone
He's crying
or she's crying,
and you
never can tell
are they okay?
more importantly,
are their parents around?
they aren't,
the kid is alone
terrified
From now on
I dare you
be both of those
missing parents
Simultaneously.
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