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"tetherball" poems
In class the big black and white tick-tock pinched my mid-morning belly. When everyone else borrowed numbers, my pencil lead and yellow paint scratched out hunger. Minutes chugged like school buses.  Even columns of three-numeraled numbers minused the bottom line, scold of lunch. A borrowed quarter and dime from the office, meant a secretary’s red-lipsticked mouth, bent and accusing.  Her coiffed curls shook my dreams. I would starve before sailing into that office for my little belly, but forever yearned for the secretary to pet my hair. Say, “There, there,”like to a character in a book rosy with girls in gingham dresses. But, for all those lovely boats of hot lunches: meatloaf with crusts of catsup like a winter cap, buttered beans, dinner rolls and cold-cartoned milk, not watered down-- Missing lunch,  I'd hide out in the cold storage room of sack lunches next to the playground. While the others ate, I'd escape at the right tick into the recess of blacktop and tetherball.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
School Lunch
Cigarette smoke and **** colored beer Family is a suckerpunch epiphany For people who’ve spent so much time Saying they no longer had one I swore forever Mine was missing parts This heart carved shells Let’s swap odd shapes Re-sew them and **** up our beats forever Together If the world is ending and you find me here Kicking up the earth Dirt scatter to the wind Brown blood spatter That’s just me trying to escape faster Join me or leave me But I got this beef with gravity Like a severed head tetherball This face senseless You make me senseless Numb to all the bad parts In the same way salt makes everything sweeter You make everything sweeter Your salty skin Sweet mouth Sweet speak Sweet laughter Make me feel a little less stupid About giving in to the movement This mouth This body Like a knee-buckle kick to the gas pedal And I peel out by accident And you can still love me Like family I’ve slept in so many beds And on so many floors All so much more comfortable than my own I swear I have bed bugs Drinking my blood as I sleep Getting drunk most nights Them and me Wake up itchy and fatigued Like an allergy But you You smile like a hammock Held up by strings hanging from your eye squint To your dimples Without speaking “you can rest here tonight” This is for the beds For the people who say ouch when I hug them For the family I thought I never had For the appreciation that Every moment of sadness Means I’ve known so much joy To feel that way I’ve known so much joy Thank you
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
For the Beds and the People Who say "Ouch" When I Hug Them"
Cigarette smoke and **** colored beer Family is a suckerpunch epiphany For people who’ve spent so much time Saying they no longer had one I swore forever Mine was missing parts This heart carved shells Let’s swap odd shapes Re-sew them and **** up our beats forever Together If the world is ending and you find me here Kicking up the earth Dirt scatter to the wind Brown blood spatter That’s just me trying to escape faster Join me or leave me But I got this beef with gravity Like a severed head tetherball This face senseless You make me senseless Numb to all the bad parts In the same way salt makes everything sweeter You make everything sweeter Your salty skin Sweet mouth Sweet speak Sweet laughter Make me feel a little less stupid About giving in to the movement This mouth This body Like a knee-buckle kick to the gas pedal And I peel out by accident And you can still love me Like family I’ve slept in so many beds And on so many floors All so much more comfortable than my own I swear I have bed bugs Drinking my blood as I sleep Getting drunk most nights Them and me Wake up itchy and fatigued Like an allergy But you You smile like a hammock Held up by strings hanging from your eye squint To your dimples Without speaking “you can rest here tonight” This is for the beds For the people who say ouch when I hug them For the family I thought I never had For the appreciation that Every moment of sadness Means I’ve known so much joy To feel that way I’ve known so much joy Thank you
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Grass stains Growing pains Tetherball Kickball New swear words Detention Girlfriends Best friends Pizza parties Saying "No" to drugs (Eventually saying "Yes") Ketchup on the ceiling at lunch Detention Pencil stuck in the ceiling Detention Scraped knees Snowball fights Fist fights Detention Life's lessons Early on Dealing with bullies Being a bully Detention Being stubborn But growing up Learning things the hard way Detention
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
Detention
Gazing at furry paws 
smacking white cord pulls 
mesmerizes her.
 Wooden tassels clunk together, waving to and fro like a tetherball on a playground pole
 spanked by busy children.
 He left his kitten 
his curious kitten. Outside snowflakes 
float downward 
like the pieces of paper 
she shred from his exit note and like bits of cotton 
the kitten pulls from her pillow.
 He left his kitten, 
his curious kitten. Her hands clasp together. 
She utters no prayer.
 Downcast she cannot face her Lord. 
Her red streaked eyes,
 accented by ash colored cheeks
 study playful kitten.
 Her thoughts clink together 
as she slaps them around her mind. 
He left his kitten, 
his curious kitten.
 He left. 
He left her.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
He Left His Kitten
At this point she remains a specter Nearly unnoticed, yet vital as the pole to a tethered ball At this point I remain oblong Punched from behind, yet to reaffirm my true form I orbit her essence, chasing the wire that holds me Not to have it, but to outrun it Racing him to her, in a hapless homage To every failed romance before In a binding performance Painfully predictable twists and turns Leading me to her in a victorious procession Slaps to my face and blows to my head Strangely entertaining I rest atop her, fully requited now Forced there by some unknown hand I’m committed, torsion of the wire pulsing Ignore it now for this one day Until we play again
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May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 9:58 PM UTC
Tetherball
These thoughts inside my head Are memories long gone, lost or dead These things you forget I'll usually remember I'm not sure why I remember. Sometimes I wish I didn't Like the times I made you cry Or when we cried together. Little things You forget you told me. I remember them all. Not just with him. With most everybody. She told me she was ***** He said he wanted to die. When another one cried I still remember the shine in his eye. His preference to music That one song that hit her hard. How Ace of Spades Wasn't just a card. I remember spilling my past Into her ears. Watching her eyes Fill up with tears. In the 4th grade When he did the splits In 3rd grade when She was made fun of I was her only friend on that playground Playing tetherball everyday at recess. How the 'weird kid' thought my pie Had cockroaches on top. They were Pecans. You asked me every time I brought it. In second grade when you made fun When you found out I was adopted. I remember my dad made you cry. Then later in High school You liked me. I didn't. I remember the countless nights I'd wait up for your call. At least that didn't fail. I remember all these things. But they're lost in all of your minds. Not in mine. They won't be forgotten soon.
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
Forgotten
House gone Spouse broken Son searching I watch, listening thru years of seasoned namaste Memories dismembered, then undone Let it go Being must draw from today's agenda Ladies nite upcoming ....Wait...the camp bus has arrived Eyes twinkling, *** bellied, picking at my brown bagged lunch Tasting an easy win at tetherball Sometimes we choose winning Later, greet the passerby or not Opt to live or die
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
Summer, again