Mamma didn’t raise no fools

Rebecca Wolff

He died before we could honor
him correctly. Candied

impulse through the brain.
Your will subverted

that’s a tree, a treatment,
a genealogy. Oddly enough if I need something

someone is sure to give it to me.
To supply me with it. Oddly enough,

it’s not about cutting slack
but about positive reinforcement

Detergent in the sense that it is

emergent

deterrent
where the nascent

meets the latent
I put my tongue in the path

dug up some chestnuts.
“We’ll keep looking

for a place for you
inside of nature”

I can’t remember how I died.
Writing something down at the time

the grave had been disturbed.
Next thing you know, I’m making

an entry in my diary: No use
letting it get cold.
Advertisements

About Katherine

I like poetry and history, literature and music.
This entry was posted in Thinkings and poems. Bookmark the permalink.

Comments and useful criticism highly valued

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s