Remember when
I told you
Grove St. was poppin’?
And my reasonable need
to be symbolically free
though you had not responded to my inquiries.
But that’s always the story, right?
Us versus them, where us nevers we, you and me
we overlap each other
invade each other's territories.
Never tasting victory,
where we, in unison,
dictate terms, memory
formulating,
getting lost,
carried away
like a sentence
comprised of consonants, vowels, sounds.
Where the subject is always predicated, and expressions
butterflies shuffling off
the larvae of you.
Where black birds be-boopin, eating the sky into blackness
and the bees make love, then shit, drones groan
where young buds grow beneath
a majestic canopy and the heavens, dripping,
like open mercy.
It’s all a false dichotomy
swallowing
the changemakers
who, re-emerge like hope
or the promise of it
Evolving but still wanting
to be...
to be...
But all I want is to do.
Kimberly Garrett is the author of several pieces of unpublished poetry. She has submitted nowhere and she is currently working on her first work of fiction set during the Regency period. She uses all of her free time commuting to work from Pittsburg, CA. She has more unpublished work forthcoming.
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