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10 Poems in 20 Minutes (Day Twenty-Seven)

Here stands day twenty seven. Well, here sits. More like, here pixelated. Well, here, anyway.

10 Poems in 20 Minutes
Day 27

Poem 1:
She said it’s sad and lonesome to eat alone
With effervescent condescension
She sat down to eat with me
My small meal
And she talked
I swallowed staring at the oak on the table

Poem 2:
Room full of little Hispanic kids who come from the neighborhood around the area
Here we are in this steepled worship place to teach what we learned
Betty touts around the little convert they made
Who tells all god
Look who we’ve saved, from this wretched surroundings, who we’ve
Brought into the light
Look at how good he’ll be
I know, because I tutor him
That he still can’t add double column numbers
Pray on the weak

Poem 3:
My name seems never spoken by these people
They each call me something different
All nicer than what I call myself
I tell people I’m introduced to my name
They forget, unsaid
I tell those who’ll remember
No one uses my name, all something different
Friends call me, family says, boyfriend tells, mispronounced
It’d be nice to have one I liked

Poem 4:
You puny silly humans
Look what I can do
I can make your trees bend sideways
I flood your houses
I pail your heads
I am god
The god we defeated with plastic

Poem 5:
Dead people in photos still look happy
Light reflected on them for just a flash
The paper saved it, till it announced they’re gone
But I can’t grasp the light around them anymore
I can’t grasp around a grave

Poem 6:
She said, let’s be happy, think happy thoughts
You’re not strong enough to bear untidings
She said, happy happy happy
I don’t want to be sad
There’s nothing wrong with darkness I want to say
Be she smiles thin
And says we’ll make happy memories
Happy memories will erase all the bad, and only leave good
Just like grandma who refused to remember all that went wrong
Saying, oh yeah, instead
You miss out on the joy when you’re all too teeth

Poem 7:
He struts around full of anger
Screaming on accident in the night when the c-pap machine
Disguised himself an enemy
They’re all wrong and out to get me
Ugh, why don’t they see

Poem 8:
Toast I gave to the white dress
Spilled champagne on my fingers
So nervous I guess
She took those emotions as if they were right to give
Beamed at me for speaking sentimental
I’ll never do that again
Never give what I don’t need back

Poem 9:
But why don’t you want to learn
It’s all you have to do now
Just learn and eat
How wonderful
Not to him
His makeup of a good person doesn’t include knowledge
So he battles around and scuffs and drags ignoring what he could take and never be taken

Poem 10:
Let’s look at their bodies because we can
Like we scrolled too far on the one picture they meant to show us
The look at little like me
Like that
Exposed from exposure and flesh flash

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10 Poems in 20 Minutes (Day Fourteen)

This marks two weeks of daily poetry. Two weeks. I could have gone on a magazine diet by now.

10 Poems in 20 Minutes
Day 14

Poem 1:
I stayed up late last night
The first hour I said I’ll wait till the end of this chapter
Then I’ll wait till the top of the hour
I waited up until the sun showed up
I’ll spend my life waiting for what I’m waiting on

Poem 2:
I made biscuits
My father used to make biscuits for me
He would take our order while we watched cartoons on the couch
What would the girls like
He could make anything up
8 1/2 minutes later on a plate with the bottom crusts cut off I would have weekend breakfast
… But my biscuits I started from scratch
And they tasted better
My dad seemed a little less of a genius
But I felt more betrayed

Poem 3:
I say the words out loud one after another
I start reading when I can’t focus
Then the zone sucks me in
It takes a second to remember my name again

Poem 4:
She said are you mad
I couldn’t look her in the eyes
She said did I do something wrong
I said I was making quesadillas
She said are you going to tell me
I stared at the granite cutting board
I said no. I’m not going to tell you
And she called after me because I didn’t give her what she wanted not because I was upset

Poem 5:
The jewelry box that sits on my dresser isn’t mine
Grandma’s
I think how she would have looked at it
Get mad that her mind died before I could know her
If she was like my father only worse, I don’t know if I’m glad to have missed

Poem 6:
I hunch my shoulder blades up so the dress kicks up that extra half inch
My reach my arm around and stretch
I try for that zipper
I pull the front way down so my other hand can lunge and strain it up
Loved women don’t worry about zippering themselves
They stay whole

Poem 7:
He went to school the same route they always took
From raceway to twenty second
Hoping the sun wouldn’t be in his eyes again since they were on time
The walk from the parking to the doors didn’t clear his head
He just felt guilty and what not
Failing to get done what he shouldn’t have to do

Poem 8:
When I finally left and got to make my own friends
I chose people who were not like me
On purpose or not

Poem 9:
Birthday I turned drinking into life
She invited herself down to stay
My backbone gave way
She told her friends to come to my day
Then she didn’t talk to my people
And they went scared and shy
Just like me
So we sat quiet at my own table because my presence wasn’t enough to bring thoughtfulness to my would-be people

Poem 10:
I recite the Lord’s Prayer in the rhythm of my father who spat it from his wooden throne
His intonations and his cadence
His hand motions and his pacing
From memory I call upon that never ceasing image of his preaching
Hoping the wrath of god won’t find me if I’m still
Quiet and still