A poetry post! Huzzah!

Hi, all. I wrote a poem for my poetry class and I wanted to give it to you. Basically the prompt was to take a poem we like a lot and lift lines from it and let it inspire us and create our own new poem. So here they are.

Hope you all missed blog posts of poems forever.

And Then It Was Less Bleak Because We Said So by Wendy Xu

Today there has been so much talk of things exploding

into other things, so much that we all become curious, that we

all run outside into the hot streets

and hug. Romance is a grotto of eager stone

anticipating light, or a girl whose teeth

you can always see. With more sparkle and pop

is the only way to live. Your confetti tongue explodes

into acid jazz. Small typewriters

that other people keep in their eyes

click away at all our farewell parties. It is hard

to pack for the rest of your life. Someone is always

eating cold cucumber noodles. Someone will drop by later

to help dismantle some furniture. A lot can go wrong

if you sleep or think, but the trees go on waving

their broken little hands.

Untitled (inspired by Wendy Xu) by me

Today we realized that the saddest thing about death is

the people who get left behind, so much talk about mothers now without sons and how 

the mothers should never die second.

Love lives in overalls and always brings food downstairs. Eventually, in a few weeks or a few

years, with more sparkle and pop will be the only way to live. Until then,

someone is always eating cold cucumber noodles and waiting for the autopsy results.

Whispers of gratitude that at least it 

wasn't their sons this time hum between the

handshakes of the funeral-goers. 

It is hard to pack for the rest of your life.  Someone will call later to send their condolences.

A lot can go wrong if you sleep or think, but the seasons will

go on slipping from fall to winter to spring again.

"I walk into a poem and walk out someone else." -Nayyirah Waheed

Happy almost weekend,

me