I want to be a dead-beat
A beat-nick
A nick-knack collector
But what would I do
With all these things
Too heavy with memory
To sling on my back
Too precious with heart
To spread on the street
Because I’ll be that girl
With chalk on her face
And red speckled elbows
Toe-tapping the tune
Of the last passer-by
And with the sweep of her hand
Clearing the dust
Of humming and drumming
Everyday life
Before unfolding a palm
And blowing a kiss
To the blank canvas below
Covering it with colour
Perfectly matching your face
Until too many feet
Or too much rain
Turns you into someone
I don’t recognize
6 comments:
this should be published somewhere great
Wow, you never cease to amaze me [and I'm not just saying that because as your mom I'm required to, haha]
Thank you both!
The piece didn't go where I thought it would when I started, but I quite like it.
I really enjoy this.
I love the repetition of too/to, for some reason it just feels right. Probably the have/leave thing.
I also love all this canvas and chalk imagery at the end. It makes me think of Mary Poppins, but in a good way. Like what Mary Poppins could have been.
Gracias. Like if Mary Poppins hadn't been riddled with colonial discourse!
Is this published somewhere great yet?!
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