How
- By Lily Eastman
- Published 06/16/2008
Lily Eastman
Lily was born in the back of a station wagon to traveling circus performers. They left her at a rest stop in Polk County when her fear of tigers made her a nuisance. A nice family adopted and tried to make her feel welcome, but sometimes, late at night, when the bullfrogs called, she wondered if she might be different. Not really, she sleeps like a rock, so she never heard the bullfrogs. She now plots world domination. And takes naps.
how do you make an elegy
for the person you love most in the world?
do you use words? music?
do you smear blood on an innocent canvas
or crumple and shatter your soul.
it has begun
the wind song to carry her away
and I will fight
through hell and back
unconsoled
by the smell of my mother
and how soft her skin is
mine will never be as soft
no one on earth deserves to live but she
and no one here is suffering but me
i am tiny again
and i want to be in her arms tonight
for the person you love most in the world?
do you use words? music?
do you smear blood on an innocent canvas
or crumple and shatter your soul.
it has begun
the wind song to carry her away
and I will fight
unconsoled
by the smell of my mother
and how soft her skin is
mine will never be as soft
no one on earth deserves to live but she
and no one here is suffering but me
i am tiny again
and i want to be in her arms tonight
