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Absolutely
Nothing –
Once on a yellow
piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Chops'
because that was
the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his
aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids
to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails
and no hair
And his mother and father kissed alot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask
his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Autumn'
because that was
the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to
write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new
paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy
smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses
and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her
to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and
father kissed alot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for
him to do it.
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Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Innocence: A Question'
because that was
the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange
steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never
showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's
Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the
back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much
makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her
anyway
because that was
the thing to do
And at 3am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring
soundly.
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another
poem
And he called it 'Absolutely Nothing'
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time
he didn't think
he could reach the
kitchen.
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Thursday, April 23, 2015
My Favorite Poem
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