Monday, May 7, 2007

Gee Whiz Coffee Company

1925 5th Avenue
September 6, 1996

Rainy said, God, I'm tired.
The same tired I feel each year
because you make me birth children
you turn into lawn chairs.


She continuined, God, I'm tired
of your contractors feeding me fertility drugs
the same time every year
to make me birth children
you turn into lawn chairs.


She paused, looked south, and in a louder voice,
God, I'm angry
that your contractors cut me deep
and deeper each year.
They rip all that almost grows from under my skin,
and leave me a cracked and dusty 'has been.'


God, Helen was angry.
She screamed so loud the earth shook.
When it's my turn to scream from the bruises
and scabs you forget, I won't just scream,
I'll bleed.

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