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Phoebe May 2018
Counting cars on the front stoop in summer

One, two, three punch buggy no punch back

Lemonade for me and sweet tea for you

This is The South, after all

Only it’s hockey instead of football that’s on the television in my house but

We don’t talk about that since

I say you guys instead of y’all but

We don’t talk about that since

Your daddy has a confederate flag on his porch but

We don’t talk about that since

I grow up and you grow up and we don’t agree on the racial nor gender politics of time but

We don’t talk about that since

I don’t use the term culture of amnesia or white paternalism around you since

We count cars on the front stoop in summer

One, two, three punch puggy no punch back

A tall glass of political awareness for me and a shot of traditionalism for you

and silence between us but

We don’t talk about that since

This is The South, after all
Mathew Kohnen Nov 17
Mommy held my hands above my head
While my puggy legs waddled their first steps
Daddy held my hand while walking me home from school
And walking me through life
Friends grabbed my hands helping me up off the playing field
My Wife accepted my hands in hers wrapping them in a soothing warmth
I still feel
Now the finished is rubbed from the wooden cane handle that supports me
But soon it will stand in a corner
The empty husk of my body will return to the earth and my spirit will
Travel alone

— The End —