That will be that

I write letters to Max in my head

done with second grade

He’s opened up like a hydrangea

Small blue petals quivering

in the sun

of their eighth summer

A paroxysm of color and light

 

I’ve been eating most of the granola bars 

I bought to give homeless people

the bars sit on the passenger seat of my car

and I grab them

Inhale them

I’m sorry

 

I failed

to finish revisions on my work-in-progress

before the end of the school year

Now…

I can’t think

There’s no space for creativity

Mamamamamama!

How do I connect words around that?

 

You

look away when I want you to peer in

see right through me, see right through me

sometimes. Other days, I know I'm lucky

because you gaze at me like

I'm expensive sculpture

 

Soon I'm leaving

In a day

And that will be that

for a while

 

BTW: I hold no illusions that I write poetry. Prose is my thing and this is that in stanza form. Thank you for reading it.

Comments

[mrs. g.]

Safe travels, Angie.

[Jennifer Jo]

I like your new header.

[Averil Dean]

I ate my granola bars, too. Now I keep them in the trunk.

[Parul]

Love your writing, in poetry or prose...

p.s. whatever happened to the rest of green grass?

[All Adither]

Good question, Parul!

The honest answer is I got totally tired of it. I told myself that if anyone questioned what happened and wanted more, I'd write another installment or two. But now it's been more than a year.

[slouchy]

I like this.

[Laura from the Chi]

This is awesome.

And p.s., we all still think about Greener Grass.

[Kristy]

I like it! As for the revisions, they'll still get done. Is there a way you can carve out a specific block of time each day to do a little? My husband is very good about getting up early to write, but I (obviously) am not.

[whimsy]

Poetry, prose, pictures or whatever: I love coming here to see what you've done.

Safe travels.

[kate]

Love this!