Turtle
The turtle has been crushed
by a tractor’s heartless wheel, life
Prairie girl dress pulled over my head pecking my way into a smiling black trash bag of pinafores and lace
After a while, we get tired of telling the same story, the one where weare interstitial animals separated by a
A draft as we near ThanksgivingFunny, I can’t remember how it sounded,but I still see the open-mouthed look,blackened fillings, tongue
I’m over being sorryabout the palm that bothers the cat’s belly in searchof something angora. About fingertips that have given
Author’s Note: When I was about 15, I was hired part-time as a nurse’s assistant in a nursing home. My job was to bathe, dress, feed and care for elderly people, including those with dementia and Alzheimer’s.
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I am not sure what is more important: to tell you how I used
to narrate my life in my mind while I walked the neighborhood
as a child? How I never moved my lips, but somehow
made more exciting that single horse farm on the corner,
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This vivid morning,
owl still howling a dirge
into another daytime,
I am reminded of you,
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Ever have a morning where everything
seems to bother you? Where coffee filters
conjoin like slurwords, and not even your longest thumbnail
can separate what has become what?
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I’m looking at the details.
The smaller picture.
Minutia of goose plume,
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What I’m not thinking about is the lawn mower,
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This morning, as I was logging my weight, figuring out my highest, lowest and current, it occurred to me I ought to sum up the year, or at least the highlights.
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