Once, in the seventh isle of K-mart, I
put a silverware set in my purse
without paying for it. Then a bracelet, its
carved moon face- which had a pleasant
tongue and long pale nose- wasted itself
from my hands. Then a book about politicians.
Baby socks, tape recorder, a real, honest-to-God
smokeless ashtray (as seen on TV) were all
foreshadowed by a certain kind of belly.
I'm sure they cried in the early evening
hours at having met my happiest possessions.
I'm sure they didn't stand up with grief and
call me dishonest or look worried at the
strangers which appeared. I'm sure they all
fondled one another like old things in a
drawer fondle one another. See what a happy
story I've made for them? I've given them all
their own store, where one sister can hold
her brother and press their foreheads together
and their other weary siblings can play
upon their nest and, as a result of their
far and near breaths, new things might hatch.
Author notes
It was posted a year ago, then in a fit of disastisfaction, I deleted it. It seemed most appropriate for the contest though.
A contest entry
- After That I Was Never The Same by Budart.
1500 points, ended October 14, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Normally, I shy away from commenting on pieces that have been designated as sheer effing brilliant but in this case, since it actually is...
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Ha Ha! this is one of those poems that I don't understand but still I think I should. Not sure if it is great and I am stupid or if it isn't and I am smart. Anyway liked parts of it quite well. Thanks for the entry.
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And this, this is how the Poet gives birth, a poem in its third trimester is born and named a story sort of about shoplifting but is christened upon reading... It takes guts and a certain kind of belly to give birth naturally.
This is just swell
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probably PMT or pregnancy huh?? eh? oh well.. i'd blame the thievery on hormones and run like mad when the store detective came looking..
i love the narrative with this one hun
glad to see you posted it again..
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lol I just blame it on having been poor at the time.
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Nice to see you only stole essentials for survival. 
This is a very cool and very unexpected piece, my Friend. You know I love it when you post anew. Good luck in the contest, Scribe.
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Because a smokeless ashtray is SO essential LOL
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Only if ya hang out with non-smoking types.
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And I do. All these non-smokers breathing their healthy lung air all over me. It's disgusting. Blah.
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