By: Marissa Bazan
We should go out dancing
To forget the nagging, insuffurbality
I dropped my vase this morning,
and it cracked like an egg.
I’d like to describe my naivety
As supple, nectar youth
But I am getting too old for that excuse.
I tried to glue the pieces of the vase back together.
I had to go the store,
To get a new one,
and on the car ride
The radio played an old man singing.
Croaky and tired,
I was convinced he was a toad.
I listened to him the whole way.
His heavy R’s and sharpened S
Made me think of the sour acid
My mother used to sweep the floors,
Just to feel clean.
I’m afraid I will never feel clean,
There will always be embryo residue on my fingertips,
Sticky guilt stuck in my throat,
And ceramic in my foot.
I never got a vase.
We should go out dancing tonight.
Art Piece by Chanel Workman