Float
I want to buy 300 dollars of fresh produce
From the Farmer’s Market,
Enough that my kitchen feels like the garden of Eden
Our little gecko seems sick and listless
My first instinct is to give him a drop of my blood
I give his crickets some carrots.
I give him a cricket.
He is docile and for this I love him
I protect him from the careless limbs
Of my toddlers , a boy and a girl : twin stars.
His drawings of peach trees
Her poems about angels.
I want to float like a witch,
Like an egg that’s spoiled
In the La Grange Quarry.
In the back of the fridge
Is a dry piece of salmon
Curling up like a diseased gum
There’s a fat chicken, too
The color of a molting gecko
I pull out the gizzard
A small string of bells
Covered in blood
That is what I imagine is there
Inside me as well
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I really enjoyed the floating feeling of the stories interacting in this poem.
Thank you !;
The second half of this poem is the poem and says everything! Such emotion in the detail and description there.
Thank you, Amy. Do you think Editting out the beginning might make this a stronger poem ? I went in for my first surgery yesterday, and this poem was written as I was trying to cook and prepare plenty of food to have on hand for the family while I would be recovering. I was super nervous about the outcome, as it was a diagnostic surgery , too.