by Rochelle Cunningham
© 2008
Boiling a guilt slurry
Stirring life, shackles
Untied through broken
Lead – click click
Choking on rot of rising
Pride. Smell
Of red finger nail
Polish behind a dusty screen door
Waving good-bye, crook in the knee
Watching an El Camino
In a rearview dream
Guitar strings
Hammer out permission of
Fights; flights; and cats
In the cradle
You can still cut my French toast for me
Unscrupulous teddy bear! Troublesome
Light shatters the turning pages
Will I ever wake to see you
Watching over me? You were
Right. I should have always
Let you be
Right next to me
Clawing…
Away at my inside
Pang pang on the glass, step on the gas
Rescue her from the cracks
She could never understand
Envied instead – a search for truth
That came to be
How I needed Them both
There: they’re inside of me
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