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Proxy Poem
What Do I Remember Of Your Death
By Sasha Forster
I remember sitting with you
Watching one of your favorite movies
And enjoying the relaxing day off of school
What do I remember of your death?
I remember asking if you wanted
anything from the kitchen
and your response was
a ragged half breath
What do I remember of your death?
I remember hoping that you were
Playing a game and that this
Was not really happening to you
(After all the doctor had just
Released you the day before
With a clean bill of health and only
The request that you stop drinking)
What do I remember of your death?
I remember the pain of having to make the choice
between life support and release.
How I was 18 and looked upon as the
Only one who could decide because
Your fiancée was to drunk or high or
Incompetent.
I remember the way that you used to
Smile so bright
And the doctor telling me you would
Never smile again
I remember thinking that
God will look after you now because
I am the one who
killed my mom.
My Three Poem Choices:
Proxy poem inspiration: WHAT DO I REMEMBER OF THE EVACUATION
Equal Opportunity and Two Prisoners
Assignment two – Joy Kogawa
Remix Renga
The hugest ladybug flew without wings
because a manchild cleaved it’s fucking wings and hurled it so,
gravity, the entitled, consistend, and antagonistic child could not stop it,
scratching the carapace of cheese like a diamond over glass
and struggling forward.
Hell is real.
becuase of the warmth I feel
in foolish Philip J. Fry’s pocket sand
which fell out and on to a lucky miniature horse
rolling down when Paco bought his bike
“This is stupid” Michael whimpered
before he realized that this was better than last time.
Writing in lipstick kisses
Home, Assignment One
All tucked in
The moonlight shining on the window pain
When the sky opens up and it starts to rain
The rooster crows
The day is ready to go
The smell of the rain lingers
The sun’s rays are like tiny fingers
Massaging me with their warmth
All tucked in
The moonlight shining through the window pain
When the sky opens up and it starts to rain
Fresh cut grass
Blowing in the gentle breeze
Listening carefully
To the sound of the trees
As they whisper just for me
All tucked in
The moonlight shining through the window pain
When the sky opens up and it starts to rain
In Need
Undress
Put on a long t-shirt
Pull the covers back
Slid onto bed
Pull covers up
Wiggle until perfectly comfortable
Relax
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Friendship?
Dark and Dusty
You cleaned up the mess
You tilled and toiled and planted the seeds
Creating new life where the old had abandoned
Established new hope in a space previously held by sadness and dispair
What was cracked and lifeless now does elate
You stepped back to enjoy your work
The shadow around you continued to envelope
With you gone should all this deflate?