a walk around the neighborhood.
dusk. mosquitos.
lights glint blue off the river
that swallows up my apple core,
which i lob feebly, like a girl.
well, i am one of those.
father, brother, sister--
even the big ol' dog--
but not the mama,
because she is in the kitchen
canning chunked chicken
for the impending apocalypse.
1 week ago
5 comments:
This is beautiful, love. You're going to kick butt in the writing center next year if you write like this.
:)
Oh! I laughed really, really loudly at this!
of all things, chunked chicken?
well, remember in signs, when joaquin phoenix wants teriyaki chicken for his Last Meal? well. where do you think he got that chicken from? he didn't go get it at the supermarket. the aliens would've gotten him. nope. his mama probably canned it and put it in the cellar, 'cause she knew those aliens were coming.
my mama is like joaquin's mama. she knows that i'll want teriyaki amidst turmoil.
poor mom. we've been poking fun at her all week. i really think your canning precautions are great, mom.
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