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By Misti Date: 2004 Mar 15 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.15.04.31.22235]] |
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the american me eats the tropical fruit starbursts her husband bought her and contemplates her fat beer belly and a looming divorce and moving again and loving again and hating again and being judged and despised the american me thinks of ways to lose weight and considers going to church and asking jesus and the congregation for forgiveness for all future sins the texan me thinks of family having babies and planning nurseries in a safe black and white world solid beneath a cross larger than africa all the dolls with glassy eyes staring at the same scenarios racism and barbecue paid dues give you vacations in the hill country and maybe even wyoming you can love up close but not too close and hate from a safe distance you are asleep and are not held accountable for your ignorance the rainwater me thinks of daddy and the mardi gras beads and the 8X10 of Papaw standing stoic in the withering Texas sun in front of his pumping jack all the back roads and drinking games and lost friends and anonymous motel rooms and new faces to memorize and forget like old testament bible verses there are universes inside me teeming with anxious stars pulsating with planets that can't possibly support any form of life universes never to be discovered or pondered because the tangible me you see so plainly is covered with cheap labels and warning signs a defective doll recalled from the market a ghost town because the water ran dry a challenging trail to nowhere you know better than to climb. |