Her Starfish Fingers

Her Starfish Fingers

A Poem by Corset

Reaching for the midnight wish
he doesn't want that dish
in his house
so we'll eat from paper plates
with plastic spoons and tireless forks
we'll drink our cuts from a dixie cup
and we'll open that hole 
to see where it goes...
it takes her back
to the night he ripped her
how it burns on the leg of a barstool
the cold air of autumn
and her honky tonk song
How poor little girls
lose their memories at six
the stench of corn liquor
when the c**k crows
on foggy Kentucky dawns
it's patchwork quilt,
left behind,
his cabinet girl
his dry goods.
She holds on tight to a passing light
with those starfish fingers
she holds on tight 
to those B 52"s and Sheltie dogs,
to 3 point basket hoops,
when everything was done to a-void
her edge of desperation.
She has to give herself an inch
when the vultures' swirl,
thunder in the backyard
remember
to be hypnotizing
when we next meet
and 
come on baby, 
show me that wink...
we'll keep our horsehead
to the wind
all our visions
of happiness
divining  thru
her starfish fingers.

© 2018 Corset



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'She has to give herself an inch ~ when the vultures' swirl,~ thunder in the backyard ~ remember ~ to be hypnotizing ~ when we next meet ~ and _ come on baby, ... '

Hidden corners and places, innocence stifled by teeny tiny signs of it happened, it happened. Then age hits home, pain becomes agony, the shu-tting down heart and mind til they numb. Dear Lord above, this write hits every emotion, even the known ones shared. You write what many would ignor if could. Takes more than courage, takes skin of your bones, love. (You)

Posted 3 Hours Ago


sounds like real life,i liked it dixie cups full of wine,honky tonk nights,memories

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


I love you. And your life, words, the world we are placed in you give meaning. Like my baby, my family, friends - you exist in my heart.

Rosa
-x-

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Corset

1 Week Ago

thank you Rosalind, life keeps throwing curve balls, I'm not sure what to think of them anymore, but.. read more
Sister. I always find a piece of myself in your words. There is comfort in even that.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Corset

3 Weeks Ago

It is not our fault, and its not our shame, it's theirs.
Emily B

3 Weeks Ago

I haven't posted any me, too stories since the phenomena started a few months ago. I had written som.. read more
Corset

3 Weeks Ago

someone told me writing poetry is cathartic, we should purge, I miss her, I'll live.
Lot of THAT going around these mornings... Coffee gets cold while the mind is "away".

Posted 1 Month Ago


Corset

3 Weeks Ago

Hey You! How are ya? Yes, and isn't that a shame. Thank you
oh, the lost of innocence, how it tames through the toughest of us. How do we become our fathers; our mothers, our little child that refused to take us back? How being young can propel you thru the delight of flirtation until it rhymes inside of you. Or until you have Biology enough to write it out.......Your amazing.....dana

Posted 1 Month Ago


Corset

1 Month Ago

you take that back! lol, thank you Dana , I don't know why but I pronounce your name in my head as D.. read more

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San Antonio, TX



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