A Smattering of Poetry
for what it's worth
Poem #1: No Title Necessary (Titles are Just Silly Labels, Anyway)
I, as Gretl, cannot deal with being a mother
Until I have deal with being myself
But that is too difficult
Because it means I have to stare at Vati, bald
And accuse him of things
no child should have to understand.
It means facing Hilde
whose love for me was so complete, and so false
She used the rope I gave her as a friend
more intimate and hugging than I
It means allowing myself to realize that Eddie
is not the American Conqueror
I allowed myself to believe he was
He has become Edward.
Full and complete, like a perfect sentence.
Edward.
Spam and Betty Crocker
Ford and Coca-Cola
Are not as cheery
As they pretend to be
Baseball is dull, and apple pie
leaves my mouth too dry
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