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three sisters
by Kristina Woodhillplanted too closely
growing in the city
bad seeds
bad seeds
rootin' through
the old tea
bags near the
dumpster
one dressed in
satin, snatched
with the sash
off a drunk lady's
keister
workin' through the maize
she's workin' through the maize
corn rows tight
for the fights
on the hot nights
bags near the
dumpster
one dressed in
denim, claims
they're from
Klein, and she'll
show you the
zipper
sortin' through the beans
she's sortin' through the beans
throwin' out the rocks
hittin' cans
hearin' guns cock
bags near the
dumpster
one dressed in
leather, little
swatch of Harley
off a tired molly's
humpster
waitin' for the squash
she's waitin' for the squash
feelin' like a bug
under foot
of some stoned thug
planted too closely
growing in the city
bad seeds
bad seeds
rootin' through
the old tea
04/10/2011 Author's Note: Way Down in the Hole entry
Posted on 04/10/2011
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David Hill on 04/10/11 at 05:57 PM I particularly like the way it reads, with the repetition (bags near the dumpster, sortin’ the beans, maize and corn rows hair, waitin’ for the squash).
One of the biggest challenges in life is to not feel like a bug. As long as you feel like a bug, someone or thing controls you.
You use a different voice here, and it works.
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| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 04/10/11 at 07:05 PM I enjoyed the slow reveal of the three sisters and where they begat their attire. Great picture of a dirty city. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/11/11 at 10:49 PM I really like the tempo, vocabular descriptiveness of this Kristina. Excellent poetics! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/17/11 at 11:45 AM The short lines emphasize the meagerness of life in every aspect for these three in what seems to be a ghetto slum. Powerful! |
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