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10 Poems in 20 Minutes (Day Twenty-Three)

Daily quickly, written poems. Coming at cha twenty-three days in and counting.

10 Poems in 20 Minutes
Day 23

Poem 1:
My Dad told me the time
With a proud grin, sly
He once had me help bake a cake
By sitting on my Grandmother’s floor
Stirring batter as a toddler
He recalled with glee
How uncomfortable she looked

Poem 2:
I notice bravado
Thinking how
I could never show that much confidence to the skies
What if I was wrong

Poem 3:
One at a time or in clumps they all left
Give me a look that says
I’m probably not going to invite you anywhere
They don’t even think much about it I bet
But I do
Because they’ve all ignored me
Do I seem mad or something?
It must be something I’ve done that I didn’t know I did
Or me
It’s probably me

Poem 4:
I received an email transaction
Take my message and in return give me your words
He asked, are you depressed
I give him an unopened letter box
What to say to that brazen display of forced caring

Poem 5:
I’m going to die in the middle of this state
Never to have left it
Less than fifty miles from my growing up
Done nothing
Loved nothing
Hardly mattered
Why do I need to change?
Change my effect
Alter my conditions
Make a mark
Am I scared that they’ll forget me?
To go away?
Be nothing?
Maybe nothing’s better
I could get away with a lot more for nothing

Poem 6:
She told me
If you want to take an alternate course
You have to work really hard to make it work
I told her in my mind
I don’t have the strength

Poem 7:
I said to him I don’t want to get married
He said, oh darn
He said that’ll make some guy sad someday
No it won’t
If he loves me he’ll understand
He said I don’t know if I could understand

Poem 8:
My brain all by it’s lonesome walks down this narrow path all by itself
And look at all the options it finds
All those plans and paths of dirt and dust have so many trailings
Leading to ruin and something wrong
So instead I make a nice seat here at the fork
And eat for a while
Till something strikes my fancy
She calls me to do
At that point I’ll have to get up or get out or get kicked out
But for now, I cry in a ball with chocolate, here at my fork

Poem 9:
I’m not particularly fond
Of found out

Poem 10:
My foot fell asleep so I couldn’t drag it away fast enough
To avoid the chitter of the home early
Now I’ve got updates an inane and banal
Great, I’m so informed

10 Poems in 20 Minutes (Day Twelve)

Day twelve? I must have miscounted.

10 Poems in 20 Minutes
Day 12

Poem 1:
Coercion breeds hatred and self-loathing
She didn’t ask
She told
I want to stand in the rain to wash myself off from this taint
This degradation of being told what to do

Poem 2:
One day, some day, I’ll be whole, fresh, and new
Shiny and sparkly
I’ll be glitter and trumpets
Smiles and eye crinkles and true
Not this sticky

Poem 3:
I ate lunch with fat people
Who were conscious about what they ate
Because I could see them
Not alone
They watched to see how much was left on the other’s plates
I’ve never felt small in comparison
And I hate that I felt good for being less fat
I left the extra piece of bacon on my plate

Poem 4:
Damn cut doesn’t heal on my inside middle finger
So I wash it
And dry it
And package it with Vaseline
The band-aid wraps around
I hold myself in that way
Plastic skin colored adhesive – bound up in blue boxes marked for healing
Only my skin doesn’t get me any extra padding

Poem 5:
Beige, my greyhound lounges all across the carpeted floor
I have to lunge to get past her
Each time I stop to make sure her ribs move
I wait an extra second to check
I don’t show the same nicety to homeless people on the street

Poem 6:
When I feel bad for laughing
Which is every time I smile
I wonder
How far have I fallen that I have to catch myself from smiling?
My teeth stay behind guarded lips behind a hand behind my hair

Poem 7:
I told myself I couldn’t sleep
So I read instead, and finished the book
The whole 334 pages
Hoping with each clock glance I’d be ready for sleep
I didn’t want to be awake today
So I made myself a cup of sleepy brain

Poem 8:
I was so civil at lunch that it accidentally carried over to the car ride home
Glum quietness forgotten with the rush of personal interaction
All it takes to make me happy

Poem 9:
My high letters have nothing to do with my mother
She brings me self-shame
It was my father
Who scared the word of God into me if I threw away any semblance of improvement
Building upon what he expected I did what I was told
And now I cry for not moving any blocks
All my alphabet squares rest on the ground spelling out wisps of misery
Enough shame to build a house on
Founded in caring

Poem 10:
Every once in a flicker
I see this semblance of high thought in this bulk sitting next to me
Hoping for a moment that he will think about being a good man
A good man for him

10 Poems in 20 Minutes (Day Eleven)

This marks day eleven of writing ten poems in twenty minutes. What have I started?

10 Poems in 20 Minutes
Day 11

Poem 1:
She says she wants me to be happy,
Lets talk about happy things,
C’mon think happy thoughts.
We have to be happy.
She’ll make us happy.

Poem 2:
How do I get him to talk to me
Justify my liking him
Maybe he just avoids me on purpose
But he talks back if I speak
He doesn’t start anything
How do I make him care
Please care
I wish I’d figured this out in middle school.

Poem 3:
I loathe to sit next to him
No eye contact
Gazing makes me remember he’s human
And I want to go on hating the monster who’s eating my spaghetti

Poem 4:
When we were little –
That was the excuse
– because we were so young
She tried to rile me up and make me angry
To see how hard she had to push to get me upset and cuss
Then she’d go tell Mom that I said a bad word
With grim heartfelt satisfaction
Shame in my anger
Shame in my reactions

Poem 5:
He was very upset his big hulking bumbling idiot son cried
This does not make sense
The big bulking wobbling idiot son only cries when he doesn’t know how to use emotions
Because you taught him none

Poem 6:
When I listen to “landslide” sometimes that calms me down
But then I use it too many times
So that it runs out of charge
And I feel the same emotion at the end of the song as I did at the start
Instead of feeling serenity like I wanted
I used it up
That magic melody mojo
Now I have to fend for myself, to rest my heartbeat, and avoid anger
And keep searching for a song with unlimited battery life

Poem 7:
My diploma
In the slot between the screen door and the oak
The same feeling as when I got accepted to college
I didn’t want the fawning parental pride
I wanted to feel proud instead of guilty

Poem 8:
I collect them for my slideshow
Little boxed memories of something I did wrong or silly or stupid or mistakenly or badly or embarrassing moments I caught on mind tape that I get to play again after this new one finishes.
Then I click the left hand mouse and go to the next page, complete with dates and times and what I want to forget but keep dredging up so that I can review my past failures and makes sure I don’t
miss anything that I might’ve learned so this wouldn’t ever happen again. click.

Poem 9:
I mark down the page on a notepad which reads volunteers plant the seeds of kindness
Write down the moment the characters finally fall in love or realize their love or share a smile
I chart for easy access to relive those best bits
Those bits I can’t have

Poem 10:
A woman outside the house unaware of eavesdroppers tells the other phone that her son
Got picked up for methamphetamine charges.
She said the whole word.
Like the other woman wouldn’t know enough about drugs
They’re not used to negligent use.