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Erica L
Poems
Oct 2011
turquoise: closed communication
My father is sitting in the truck,
Bright red, a contrast to his sweatpants.
They are turquoise.
They call attention to us
Wherever we go.
They are well-worn, falling apart,
Their weakness reminds me of him.
Cheap, imperfect fabric
Covering his legs
That I will see less as I get older.
I distance myself from him,
His wife, my siblings,
From the bright blue sweatpants.
I want to be far from the poor,
Dingy life,
And the sweatpants - a size too big.
Embarrassed to be seen with him -
More when he had those on.
They yelled, "White trash.
Poverty.
West Haven."
My father, his sweatpants,
His crass demeanor,
Alcohol breath,
So distant.
Written by
Erica L
31/Non-binary/Massachusetts
(31/Non-binary/Massachusetts)
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