Monday, October 25, 2010

After Work with Lucky Dragons

Let the spirit lift you
into forgiveness. Perhaps your grief
is universal after all. They are handing
out bags of cash to the leaders
of the worst fed countries. I would
like someone to step in and pay my
rent, wash my back, fix my socks,
take my laundry in, and get me a ream of paper
so I can keep writing notes to the women
I love. There are people I know about from
reading the sky above what I lack.
I mean, in my home I put my hands above
my head and raise them. I say "in the house"
when I am making this gesture. I say "face"
when I do something better than you.
I get all "I am too tired from making a living
to load the taco or pick up my towel
or write this for you." Things are like this.
People are suffering outside right now
with signs that say as much as they can hold.
These are letters are holding the page up,
giving it structure, providing your eyes
with something to do other than just stare.
I am coming for you. You will know when I get there
when you are flooded with stuff I can't explain.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

what happened after you wrote this poem? xo

3:30 PM  
Blogger Leah said...

you weren't kidding, you really did use "face" in this poem. "in the house," too, I'm impressed.

1:44 PM  

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