and you called it love This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

August 27, 2014

Sometimes I like to think of you young.
Smoking among cheap cars and grocery buggies.
Listening to the ’80s quietly so your parents won’t hear.
Filling fountains with bubbles. Kicking walls.
Do you still crave the things you once wanted?
Have the same dreams?

You had three children
and you called it love.

There is a memory of bathing your feet, your hands
with the water of a backyard game –
it was summer and your toenails were red –
and a young yellow cat with an undeserving name
and laughter (Yours? Theirs? Mine?)
and the slanted clouds of a summer sky.

I washed your feet, your hands
and you called it love.

I grew upward and attitude and mouth.
I’ve a fondness for words, how they sound and simply are,
but I’ve strung painful ones together
and nailed them into your heart, your backbone.
My bitter. My very worst.
You took all into your hands.

You held it in your palms
and you called it love.

You’ve deserved better.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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poppyqueen This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 6, 2015 at 9:35 am
Beautiful, you are very talented. I love the details about the cheap cars and fountains! This poem really makes me feel like I know your mother, lovely job.
 
JRaye This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 4, 2014 at 6:58 pm
Man, there are no words. Poetry like this just takes your breath away by how... All I can say is your Mom should be proud of you :D
 
theblondechick This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 4, 2014 at 7:03 pm
Thank you :)
 
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