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This is an exercise from when Miss Linux was back in poem school that I polished up. It's not publishable due to its title (how many poetry editors get poems with this title?) but it shall serve as decent introduction to myself and my poetic style. Enjoy! (Comments and Criticism appreciated.)
Five Little Poems About My Life (3/18/21)
One: Riding through the streets in Tucson with a flat tire.
My dad is calling me, thinking I’m dead because I don’t answer
I never answer
him
No matter how flat my life is
I’ll patch it myself.
Two: I’m sitting in a Bible study
And the lady
next to me
says that I would make-
I could be
a good research assistant to a professor
Assistant?!
Don’t look at me, but I’ll be the professor hiring
the assistance
or maybe I’ll just be a poet.
Three: I met my favorite musician, Ariel Bloomer
I paid $750 for an interview
I stutter through
I have to re-upload because my wi-fi
wasn’t as good as hers, and my camera kept freezing
let my acid feeling
clean off this camera and fix it.
She said I was amazing
and my questions were great
I feel like
I want to die
Four: I failed percussion class in 7th grade.
Wasn’t good enough for the marching band.
I retook the class, showed him up,
Became the most popular kid in school.
I failed out of university in 13th grade,
Had excused withdrawal because I was sick
Excuse was not enough for my dad to pay.
Now I’m back
at university.
Failure is a flexible concept.
Five: I graduated from community college after 6 years.
Most don’t.
Me and college don’t get along,
But then again, me and my favorite college professor of all time got along even less.
He’s the one that introduced this abused girl to poetry,
and memoir,
“here’s your sword, now go fight back.”
The problem is he loved me.
You can’t love people in school.
So we chose to hate instead-
We were so afraid of love-
Here at university, the air is dead.
The sand tries to wash away my memories
But I left community college to try
to get my favorite professor back,
So what does that make me?
The fact that I failed in doing so
as usual,
doesn’t make the feeling any easier,
and there is no changing my decision.
The A’s and the F’s tell a story,
The loved once and loved not
The loved too much and not enough
The dead cycle and the circle of the loveless.
Five Little Poems About My Life (3/18/21)
One: Riding through the streets in Tucson with a flat tire.
My dad is calling me, thinking I’m dead because I don’t answer
I never answer
him
No matter how flat my life is
I’ll patch it myself.
Two: I’m sitting in a Bible study
And the lady
next to me
says that I would make-
I could be
a good research assistant to a professor
Assistant?!
Don’t look at me, but I’ll be the professor hiring
the assistance
or maybe I’ll just be a poet.
Three: I met my favorite musician, Ariel Bloomer
I paid $750 for an interview
I stutter through
I have to re-upload because my wi-fi
wasn’t as good as hers, and my camera kept freezing
let my acid feeling
clean off this camera and fix it.
She said I was amazing
and my questions were great
I feel like
I want to die
Four: I failed percussion class in 7th grade.
Wasn’t good enough for the marching band.
I retook the class, showed him up,
Became the most popular kid in school.
I failed out of university in 13th grade,
Had excused withdrawal because I was sick
Excuse was not enough for my dad to pay.
Now I’m back
at university.
Failure is a flexible concept.
Five: I graduated from community college after 6 years.
Most don’t.
Me and college don’t get along,
But then again, me and my favorite college professor of all time got along even less.
He’s the one that introduced this abused girl to poetry,
and memoir,
“here’s your sword, now go fight back.”
The problem is he loved me.
You can’t love people in school.
So we chose to hate instead-
We were so afraid of love-
Here at university, the air is dead.
The sand tries to wash away my memories
But I left community college to try
to get my favorite professor back,
So what does that make me?
The fact that I failed in doing so
as usual,
doesn’t make the feeling any easier,
and there is no changing my decision.
The A’s and the F’s tell a story,
The loved once and loved not
The loved too much and not enough
The dead cycle and the circle of the loveless.
