Jul 2013
Hum,
they apologize.
There were too many strands of hair being missed,
elephant painted mugs fell fast;
and of the smiles,
the ones hinted with swaying hips,
they dropped with the dollars.
Hum,
they tried.
There was too much hope for her,
chopstick legs swinging round on plates;
and of the love,
the ones committed with half urgency,
they lingered like splinters.
Hum,
they forgot.
There was too much sadness,
groups of mourning children;
and of the stuck ones,
the ones wanting to fly,
they lived on.
Hum,*
they said.
We were only trying to drown her.
they apologize.
There were too many strands of hair being missed,
elephant painted mugs fell fast;
and of the smiles,
the ones hinted with swaying hips,
they dropped with the dollars.
Hum,
they tried.
There was too much hope for her,
chopstick legs swinging round on plates;
and of the love,
the ones committed with half urgency,
they lingered like splinters.
Hum,
they forgot.
There was too much sadness,
groups of mourning children;
and of the stuck ones,
the ones wanting to fly,
they lived on.
Hum,*
they said.
We were only trying to drown her.
(24/F/Monroe, WA)
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