ghostlyglory

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my Grandfather's legacy

February 21, 2019

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i was
the only one

and (back before
        dad started
        telling stories
        through tears
and (back before
        my grandfather
        started yelling
        through fists

the easy days 
were always about your eldest

but maybe

i have been
the only one
for long enough
to write this poem 

or so my crooked elbows
or so my sweet potato lips
or so my mother's nose

tell me

are you there, god? 
it's me-
           your daughter
or
           your left rib
or   
           a dream in which you taught her to read

this bitterness i know you've seen me
scrub at
with holy water

but i read a journal once

he wrote:
i wish it was a son. 
 

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2 Comments
  • artificialaorta

    ok its been some time since i read this and i keep thinking of a good comment that does it justice. which im not sure i can achieve.
    i guess i should start by saying that im not a good poetry reader (or writer lol) because i find it too complicated. it doesn't flow naturally, it's too structured- or not structured enough, or broken up into tiny little chunks that take too much energy to decipher and offer too little gratification.
    needless to say, this is a poem that Does The Exact Opposite. the structure helps the flow expertly. this is a poem that speaks to me of innocent disillusionment. feels a bit like when you're growing up and beginning to realize that adults kind of suck and - that abandonment, light 'treason', bitterness that is inevitable to getting older. i have never seen any work of art represent this feeling so well.
    i'm not going to say anything like 'fantastic job', because it would be too superficial for a piece this good
    instead;
    thank you for writing this.


    over 1 year ago
  • paperbird

    STOP WRITING SO WELL YOU ARE MAKING ME ANGRY WITH THE WORLD


    over 1 year ago