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my new year's resolution:
by Bob Arcaniamy new years resolution:
Unresolve my progress like
cumulus clouds in November.
I have bare feet, bare arms, bare
belly. I grow fat beneath each
in little pockets of grasshopper.
I have bare teeth, sitting
windowpanes in the dark December.
My new year is made of:
strung up popcorn from when my child
hands worked through midnight.
of forgotten relatives who
pushed children up under
tired rocks crumbling.
There is a mirror for my new fat,
my new year pudge,
which finds the good light
from our garden lanterns.
It casts a glow I devour with
delicate struggle of my lips.
It is January. This is not tomorrow.
my new years resolution:
Quit exhaling and never stop
inhaling. I have too many
days ahead of me to spend. 12/17/2006 Author's Note: Edited December 20th.
Just something to keep in mind. Keep off those extra pounds. Keep off that extra love.
Posted on 12/17/2006
Copyright © 2024 Bob Arcania
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Aaron Blair on 12/20/06 at 02:49 AM There are worse ways to start a new year. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 02/04/07 at 09:32 PM keep off those extra pounds? ah, we can twist this, can't we? can't we say you mean something else, something more. we poets do this. we will tweak it until we make it what we want. we humans do this. have you kept to it, so far? |
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