hiding spot by Katie Deana lolling melody a memory a soliloquy
somewhere, I creep out
of
a dark room, a closet, the space under my mattress and
establish reestablish my feet on planks
my calloused big toes pointing in to each other. Somewhere,
someone must wonder where my hiding spot lay, the giant
crack zoom in on a girl, some girl, me
squatted in a laundry
basket full
of battered jeans of stretched out underwear of crepe thin
scarves the dead limbs of fallen shirt soldiers
entwined.
in mine.
Unwind.
and I'm free.
11/14/2008 Posted on 11/14/2008 Copyright © 2024 Katie Dean
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/14/08 at 04:29 PM I like it all but especially what you have done with the clothes! |
Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 11/14/08 at 09:12 PM The memories you share, the places you go, the readers you take with you...mine was the closet...engulfed beneath the limp lifeless clothes that hung above me i would disappear..smh |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/15/08 at 06:06 AM Thanks for bringing us to this moment. You definitely had me right there for the ride. |
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