Hello to my truly, lovely angels! I enjoyed the storytelling and simple symbolism. This made me realize that I don’t necessarily need to use big words or long stanzas to make a great poem. I love how it’s merely describing an everyday occurrence and how it pertains to how women interact with gay men. At least that’s what I got out of it. Well, enjoy! And please check out Duncan’s blog while you’re here!
I emptied the remnants of my locker into my backpack. I tried my best to shove my deceased grandfather’s coat inside along with my used Tupperware and binder full of training notes from my first few months on the job. I disposed of the trash from the pockets of my work apron, and folded it neatly before gently placing it on my, now, former employer’s desk. For some reason, I decided to keep my magnetic name tag, sealing its fate upon my refrigerator door once I arrive home within the next hour. I finally managed to securely fasten the zipper before I released a soft sigh, staring into space. I waited for tears to stream down my face at my realization of the end of an era, but it never came.
I walked towards the sales floor to punch out of the computer system for the last time. My co-worker stood beside me as she did her usual shutdown of the secondary register fifteen minutes prior to locking the doors for the night. She noticed my presence but didn’t glance in my direction until I told her that this may be the last time I ever saw her again. Her usual, stoic face morphed into one of solemnity. We shared a chaste hug before I left. The short trek up the hill towards the bus stop seemed so distinguished, yet other people strolled around me in either direction, as if it was any other day. They had no clue how important today was for me. I wondered if anyone I had past by also considered today as the beginning of a new opportunity.
Hello to my vibrant, fallen angels! Once in a while, it’s great to step aside from posting (especially during a writer’s block… I won’t tell if you won’t LOL) and give a fellow blogger the recognition and publicity they need to feel inspired again. Veena is amazing! I love her choice of sophisticated language and rhyming schemes. This poem, specifically, really stuck out for me. Well, I hope you enjoy! (And please check out her blog when you can!)
There’s gonna be a time in your life (I sense that it’s gonna happen very soon) when you’re gonna put your foot down and say “enough is enough!” At this point, I would completely understand if you just get in your car and just drive away and never look back. I love you so much and seeing you suffer like this is not a laughing matter. I know humor is a way for you to deal with it, but it’s not healthy. Your feelings are valid. This is why I forgave dad years ago, because your well-being is so important and if you have to be a deadbeat dad to be free, then so be it. Life is too short for this shit. That bitch has you sleeping on the fucking floor, for God’s sake! I am so worried about you. You are strong, you are wise, you are smart, you are important. Get out of there! There must be resources out there to help you, take out a loan, find a place far away… something! Stop letting that ugly, evil, ass bitch ruin your life! Fuck child support! The same way we forgave dad, your daughter will forgive you too one day.