A miscellany like Grandma’s attic in Taunton, MA or Mission Street's Thrift Town in San Francisco or a Council, ID yard sale in cloudy mid April or a celestial roadmap no one folded—you take your pick.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
"pick it up"
pick it up
A/N: Thank you to S. for putting in the line breaks for me.
she dropped a beat somewhere early in this slate sky early late winter day
and forgot in all the chaos to pick it back up
half eight and she's banging down on her boyfriend's door,
man, don't you know this kid ain't gonna drive herself to school?
and the beat pulses in her pocket like a dead man's missing heart
while he shuffles sleepy and sheepish looking for shoes
one two one two one two and
the way the world spins turns whirls
(faster than men's heads when she come by in those jeans)
drops her from where she was dropping off her daughter
pico de gallo burrito warm kiss on cold air
at tzarich cama devar ken aval ma?
And she hit the ground,
less like an egg hits the floor -
with all the urgency and bruises of a lockdown drill -
and less of the shatter of glass on pavement but more like
one two one two one
one
one two
and can't shake that sick feeling of something lost forever
she's choking on her own thoughts by four
like they're dry swallowed pills,
dry heave at the bitter taste and constricted throat
and the world, it don't care if she wanna get off
the cold is forever, she says
because in hell even permanence be some comfort to the damned
cold is forever, she says
gulps down ice like ocean death like nicotine like that kiss she can't have
one two one two
slam of horns slam of breaks loss of light loss of life
spin like you want a simple gift
spin til you outspin the sick stomach and spin again until you drop break fall
on your knees with your hands in the air the only way the world gonna take you
don't bother
don't even front
ain't no other way
and don't say that hard cold gravel pavement frozen ground wet grass don't feel a little bit like redemption soakin through your stockings don't don't even
maybe
like a dropped penny it's there
in the grass
on your knees
hands up
only way you take the world
one
one two
one two one two one two
pick it up child
breathe
one two one two one two one two ...
Mairi Graham-Shaw
© 2014
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“foto 1” - Augusto De Luca
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