Heliotropic, or “And he start to runnin’ with the church money and the lady at 911 said, ‘don’t you chase him’ and I said, ‘oh, I’m chasin’ him’.”
Here, we turn our chairs to listen
Like poppies chasing the high of the sun
Like hungry children to a flicked on porch light.
Like lint to an inherited sweater, you promised to keep pristine.
To the radiant, nourishing song:
“Y’all ain’t gonna believe this.”
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Wonderful
Thanks, Bianca!
I’ve read this 3 times just now, and I’ll be reading it again. Super!
Thanks!
that tiiitle! how could i not read this poem or listen to this conversation?? ? ??
From reading your work, I’m gonna bet you’d love to hang out in my office.
Fabulous!
Thank you!