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you are the seams in silk scarves, and the holes in my sockings

the cloud breaker: she used
    supernatural judo smack to the sky
        sifting her guru's immaculate heart powers
                into breathable textured compassion.
                      baked polenta in the oven and
                        got the milk from the utter,
                              grinned with broken teeth, beyond
                                the purple bruises of her hipbones.
                                      she expected perfection. and she
                                    wasn't subtle or naive. she
                                  turned a soft hand at us when
                              we knitted too slow, she laughed
                            operatically and much too loud for
                          most public settings. but we clapped
                      our hands and rolled our eyes like
                  any good daughters would. we shielded her
              from our most private secrets and
          tracked her technological advances.
    we remembered her birthday and she
kept the sunshine on our faces.

Author notes

i feel it. got AP exams coming up myself.
my mom is being funny today. she gets a poem.

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  • tara wilson gold member
    May 31, 2008

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    I think this is a beautiful poem for your mother...in a well written, contemporary way, too...congrats on the gold...very well earned


  • autarky
    May 30, 2008

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    love the shape. and of course, the poem itself: it's really sweet (as much as I hate that word), great images, great lines. I've got no critiques.

    thanks for entering!

  • vertigo beat
    May 15, 2008

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    -haha, i remember ap exams. take as many of them as you can.

    -i love the formatting

    -while taking a shower today, i realized i had two fairly huge bruises on my left pelvic bone area. and it hurts when i put pressure on it.

    -wasn't subtle or naiive. she
    one i in naive.

    -operetically and much too loud for
    operatically?

    awesome-ness, really.


  • internal heights
    May 14, 2008
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    uuggghhhh you write so well. so well. RAR!


  • -foreverandever
    May 14, 2008

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    you
    are
    so
    ama-
    zing
    it
    is
    not
    fair


    as usual i love the poem. more than love.
    and the shape business is pretty damn cool too


  • Tinkerbell-Or-Me
    May 14, 2008

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    "beyond
    the purple bruises of her hipbones.
    she expected perfection. and she
    wasn't subtle or naiive. she
    turned a soft hand at us when
    we knitted too slow, she laughed
    operetically and much too loud for
    most public settings."



    awww, this is beautiful.
    and so true.
    i love it

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