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Maxie
I am from March 17th
left-handed and a blonde blessing
from a green shed sharing beds...
I am from Sunday school and our puny pool
“6’ o’clock rock” and computer chair companion
from needing a Band-Aid, butter, and bread
I am from trunk rattling and the boom-bap beats blaring---
“help me with this lock” and that freshly grazed brain
from parched tongues, lukewarm water, and “go to bed.”
I am at high-school nearly college
“you got so tall” and Minute-Maid lunches
at the cash register and daunting date nights
I am experimenting with foul fermentation
new rules and expensive wrist watches---
at the library writing my own novel
I am at that brown bank and local gas station
roam the pine needles, searching for Sasquatch
at the jeweler, affording the pearl.
I am going to move out, grow up
continue to crave, create, and consume
going to rush and rage, not caged nor contained
I am going to strain my strengths, no tear dare drop
“answer please” and asking Jesus...
going to free my mind and conscious, maintain
I am going to move machines and let cash flow
find a healthy habit and pop champagne
going to permeate peace, no pain.
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