tell me about your childhood, growing up
white, catholic, always on the cusp of fat;
a pretty, chubby girl raised in Chicago
suburbs where the blue sky and crisp
air insulated you from the creeping
stench of urban sulfur grime,
deep roots that burned your nostrils
on weekend trips to grandma’s and Wrigley Field
over the freeway and through the narrow grids
tell me how you escaped the madness,
of sainted parochial teachers,
your mother’s malingering,
your father’s drunken, manic swings,
swimming homeless in a murky,
sea foam pool steps away from dark,
one-room, Doe’s Motel efficiencies…how
have you survived, been spared
a bullet between the eyes, the sin
and ultimate demise of your father?
you’ve managed, haven’t you, to
scrape a middling existence, ever
on the cusp, a dose of medically
managed lucidity, nine to five
dependency, for a few seconds
of bliss, your progeny’s kisses,
midnight sessions scribbling, making
music, making love, glimmers
that make ordinary, extraordinary, but
I think it’s safe to say
you’ve not emerged unscathed, so
tell me about your childhood
or not, I see her in your eyes,
that little girl, jaded
~kat
April 7th, 2018 at 11:47 am
Oh, Kat; we know much of Shadow, my friend. And ever so much more of Light. And That is what we live by, however tentatively. ❤
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April 7th, 2018 at 11:52 am
Yes we do…❤️
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April 7th, 2018 at 12:15 pm
Compelling entry, Kat!
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April 7th, 2018 at 12:26 pm
The prompts this year are a bit brutal! 😳
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April 7th, 2018 at 12:40 pm
You didn’t pull any punches with that one. This prompt was one I let the Oracle handle. I admire how you went with it.
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April 7th, 2018 at 12:45 pm
Thank you Jane!
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April 7th, 2018 at 2:39 pm
🙂
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April 7th, 2018 at 1:39 pm
I also wonder how I made it in spite of… so many things… Powerful poem❤
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April 7th, 2018 at 1:40 pm
Thank you Luccia. We are survivors. 😊
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April 7th, 2018 at 1:56 pm
Broken lives, broken dreams 💜
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April 7th, 2018 at 2:34 pm
Survival. ❤️
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April 7th, 2018 at 4:09 pm
Yes it’s a very strong instinct!
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April 7th, 2018 at 4:15 pm
😊
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April 7th, 2018 at 4:30 pm
It is. 😊
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April 7th, 2018 at 2:07 pm
Bravely told.
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April 7th, 2018 at 4:13 pm
Thank you Ken.
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April 7th, 2018 at 4:21 pm
Just writing up a golden storm lately, aren’t we, my dear? 😊
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April 7th, 2018 at 4:32 pm
My muse has been a pest lately, Ana. 😉
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April 7th, 2018 at 4:36 pm
Can’t say I’m sorry, since we get the benefit. You do have my sympathy, though… Drink lots of liquids & try to nap 😆
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April 7th, 2018 at 5:59 pm
Fantabulous, as Always. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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