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the arts and crafts department isn't a vacation

by Nanette Bellman

he suffered a Prozac attack
on what's left
of his central nervous system
that sent him running to the doctor
 
he said,
"doc, if i don't feel like crying,
i feel like hurting someone"
 
"i see...
so you feel like hurting yourself?"
 
"no, i'm not stupid.
i already hurt enough.
why would i want to hurt more?
i said i feel like hurting someone.
anyone."
 
the doctor turned into a genie,
offered him 3 wishes
but only granted one...
an all expenses paid trip
to the arts and crafts department.
 
i tried to warn him
that it's no walk in the park.
what you think is fine as frog hair
is put on exhibit under a microscope.
 
how you parade
from meeting to meeting
telling the same story
you just told again and again
for a grand total of 2173 times.
 
i told him they push pills
of every color, shape and size
down your throat, 12 at a time
and give you no water
to wash them down with.
 
but he seems to think
all life's problems can be solved
on 7 to 10 days
by gluing macaroni
or bow tie pasta
to blue construction paper.
 
i told him
that they don't let you
make houses out of popsicle sticks
to shelter pipe cleaner people
from in climate weather.
 
i should know
because i've been there
and i've done that
 
and there's a reason why
i didn't bring him home a t-shirt.

02/13/2009

Author's Note: i love you dad.

Posted on 02/13/2009
Copyright © 2026 Nanette Bellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Johnny Crimson on 02/13/09 at 07:44 PM

This is true reporting-poetry. Nicely done. Bring be back something, the next time you visit.

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