Saturday, November 29, 2014

Headline Poem 11/29/14 -- my future Josephine

my future Josephine 

Her, 
my future Josephine 
from Kansas, 
daughter of a beauty queen, 
daughter of a master 
in disguise 
who washed his hands 
clean after years of so called stains. 

He opened the closet and walked out and now walks among you,
proud of his preference, 
proud of himself. 
Free of the demons. 
Able to float. 

He'll call her on Sundays to send 
his love 
and say hello to his grand babies.  
He thinks it's enough, 
but 
for her, who has pretended to cradle so many others in his place, 
it's 
just 
not. 

So, she puts on the face 
and orders her Grande Chai 
and longs for the Midwest dogwoods and her grandmother's garlic fries 
and lays down on her ceiling,
hugging herself with fire rings 
and 
cries.