just 16 and bumping along in the Moving Truck
texas to california
big brother
my jesus
drives
just him and me
sitting tall in my seat
soaking in this precious stretch of time
so hungry for my big brother
his rambling man lifestyle
left me home and lonely with just me and dad
waiting, always waiting for the surprise appearance, the coveted phone call
but now i have him all to myself on this long trip
my savior, my brother with his wild stories, adventurous life
dad follows behind with the dog in the chevy impala
right now my life cannot get any better
but my brother, my jesus
he needs a fix
confidently steers the truck with his knees
ties off his arm
my brother
jesus, he needed a fix
twisted turn of expectations
tests my faith
sucks my innocence out of the cab
into the landscape of nothing
but the passing desert
mentor, my brother
melting milky heroin in a spoon
squeezing my life smaller
as i watch the needle bloody his arm
i keep look-out as best i can
try not to act shocked
show my savior i am cool
jesus, i can handle this
holy time
i tell my faithful self
as he presents the Offering
“want to lick the spoon?”
i turn the scene into a touching moment of a home movie
a bowl of cake batter
so natural to lick that spoon
but the flavor is not creamed butter and sugar
bitter opiate pins my pupils, foams my mouth
hot Arizona hotel has a cool bathroom floor
dad assumes i am car sick
for hours i heave on that floor
and contemplate
my savior
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May 29, 2013 at 3:50 am
Sarah Curtiss
This is so intense…I was there with you while I was reading it. You are a fantastic poet.
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May 30, 2013 at 5:24 am
iwritemyself
Thank you for your sisterhood and camaraderie, you add so much richness to this journey of exploring art. Thanks for being my mentor.
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May 29, 2013 at 4:28 am
Lori Kananack
Jesus. Nope, did not see that one coming. Once again you have blown me away queenie. I look at you and wish my kids could inherit your way of looking at life. I know you’re a survivor, but I am continually overwhelmed by what exactly it was you had to survive. What a beautiful way to describe such a heartbreaking memory. love you! xoxo Date: Wed, 29 May 2013 03:31:53 +0000 To: lkananack@hotmail.com
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May 30, 2013 at 5:25 am
iwritemyself
Having a sisterhood with you is one of the sweetest things in my life. Thanks for taking a moment to write. Love you!
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May 29, 2013 at 4:31 pm
Teresa White
Wow! What a moving, touching poem. So very well done. Impressive.
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May 30, 2013 at 5:22 am
iwritemyself
Thank you for taking time out to comment, Teresa, you are a great inspiration to me.
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May 29, 2013 at 9:54 pm
Lisa A.Williams
Definitely intense, such a sad story and written with such feeling, one cannot help but be moved. You are a wonderful writer.
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May 30, 2013 at 5:21 am
iwritemyself
wow, thank you for taking the time to write me, Lisa. I appreciate your understanding of these words.
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May 30, 2013 at 5:28 am
iwritemyself
Thank you for reading and for taking time out to comment, I really appreciate it, especially from a fellow poet!
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June 3, 2013 at 5:30 pm
susan frey
absolutely wonderful
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