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co-wanderer

co-wanderer

A Poem by h d e rushin




There's a poet
woman
somewhere/today
thinking
of
suicide but
barely
pretending that
heaven inches
itself closer
to our
dreams than
anyone can
realize. but
in that
ipsedixit, unproven
act of
desperation
we
are not
bothered by
belligerence
since it
curl's up
with her in that wad
of money
she holds in her
bra just
for this occasion.
Meanwhile
the shipment
of six inch
heels had not
yet arrived
from Payless,
and
irrelevancy
is really
no one else's
business but
the cute
gynecologist physician
assistant
or the Jesus
still in Texas
sorting
out water
from race.
Someone's tongue
will not
get pierced
in the
beforementioned
inner light; thinking
of the cousin
she will visit again
who, addicted to bath salts,
will not
be running
down the freeway
in oncoming traffic,
half clothed....

Yeah....that cousin.

© 2017 h d e rushin



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BBP
Raw and gritty yet beautiful and soft. My favorite kind of contrast. You ripped open a mind and heart and let us dive in.

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

3 Weeks Ago

thank you this morning /BBP. welcome to Autumn....dana
A realistic journey in the poetry. We never know the pain and suffering of another. Better to listen and be kind. Too many cold folks already. You create sad situation and someone desperate for kindness and concern. A powerful poem dear friend.
Coyote

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

thank you dearest for those comments......dana
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

You are welcome dear friend.
What jacob said about Jarrell, yes...and also the parallel lives and thoughts, the connection of the great and the small. Life, in just so many lines.

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

thank you love for connecting the dots again.....dana
parallel lives connecting, parallel thoughts.

poets empathizing with each other---as sexton said "suicides have a language of their own"---

i remember Randall Jarrall...walked out into oncoming traffic to commit suicide...he had too much traffic in his head....we get overwhelmed...i know that..have been there before, a couple times.

really related to this in many ways...thank you, dana.
j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

I've been there too my friend. sad to say. But grapes aren't just for winemaking. or, don't take mar.. read more

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h d e rushin
h d e rushin

detroit, MI



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