I'm here to tell you a story
that you already know so well
six-time loser down on her luck
at least this afternoon
we'll be able to hit the food bank
pushed out of the city
because we couldn't afford to stay
the poor are not welcome
on the streets of concrete and asphalt
we didn't want to stay anyway
the moon on the prairie is pretty
the sky is big and on a summer day
the clouds look like ice cream floats
I like it better out here
but old habits and conditions die hard
I am still nowhere even close to having wealth
while I love my affordable crockery
that I purchased during those fleeting moments when I had the means
I wish that I could know security
one of the things that money can buy
I think I'll change the words of the song
to "make good with you"
or maybe "make good on what we do"
since I'm talking about family
specifically, my son
and having a successful life
here on the prairie
and nothing of romance
or any of that sort of nonsense
that I sure as hell don't need
my own life is enough of a shambles
I don't need an overbearing father
or a spoiled little boy
in an overripe body
thinking that testosterone makes him the boss
I don't speak to much of anybody
I don't allow myself to think much on
things that are going to make me cry
but many days I feel as if my heart might pop
here inside my lonely bubble
I'm trying to get back into my routine
after a week of feeling attacked from many angles
I don't respond well to adversity
I guess the collection agency decided to leave me be
you can't get blood from a stone as they say
I'm still waiting on the delivery of my freezer
~cie~
Day 15: Write a (Blank) Story poem.
Day 16:
Write a City poem.
Day 17:
Write a Waiting poem.
Day 15: Write a poem about a habit you picked up from your parents.
Day 16: Write a Skeletonic verse.
I didn't do this.
Day 17: Write a poem about the moon.
speak
cry
stop
allow
pop
WEALTH
AFFORDABLE
CROCKERY
The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)
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I am glad the collection agency is leaving you alone. For the moment. As I discovered after my mother's death, they are incredibly persistent. And flatly refuse to take no for an answer.
ReplyDeleteThe city can breed a certain anomie and the country an awkward isolation. Between a rock and hard place sometimes, especially when options have been taken away.
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And believe it or not, my son and I are actually better off than a lot of people in this area despite being far from well off. This is one of the poorest towns in Colorado. The nearest city is 45 miles away and conditions are pretty run-down. But the crime rate is low (knocking on my head for luck) and the place has a strange sort of appeal despite being rather barren.
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