|photo from daffodils&earthworms|
i haven't slept in 36 hours
& the world swims like a cup of water spilled
on a still wet canvas
i couldn't get warm after
dozing off a moment on the concrete
& it sucked
all the heat from my body.
the ice left in the coolers after the all the drinks were gone
didn't melt building a small berg in the parking lot.
i talked to several hundred people
in two hours as they waited in line, one was a West Virginia fan
& regional director of WalMart.
we ran out of barbecue when the 300th lb. was bought,
leaving 20 or so people without.
some paid anyway
& after all, it's quiet now,
all the trash in a pile: posters, cans, plates, plastic bags,
empty bottles of sauce. chairs wait patient to be taken
to the closet.
your future dad & i sit on thin carpet stairs in the back.
we don't talk about your twisted legs,
that you've been confined to a crib since birth because of them,
labeled an outcast cripple unworthy of society
or a gentle touch, destined to die
in a mental hospital for physical deformity
unless adopted, but
these don't cause the tears in his eyes,
they are a joy
they are a joy
you will learn the meaning of 'home'
is not alone,
for Poets United
Friday night into Saturday I helped a good friend prepare for a fundraiser in order to raise money for the adoption of a child. We cooked 300 pounds of meat---and sold out in less than 2 hours. It was crazy, in a good way and they raised quite a bit more toward their goal. You can read more about Tavin here.
I rewrote this one numerous times...maybe i am just too tired or too close to it. I dunno.