Dogs and Gods

RDP Thursday: PLUM

 

I want to be sweet

supple

I want to shine and I want people to paint pictures of me

to create recipes that feature me

to sit under my tree and dream and freak out when the yellow jackets

start to buzz around their faces

 

I want artists to draw me

and I want to have my likeness stitched on fancy underwear

I want to be prized by Vegans and Wiccans

and celebrated at their altars and their restaurants named

after their Dogs and Gods.

 

I want to be a plum

I wanted to be devoured

and swallowed,baked and stewed and candied

and in the end I hope you devour so much of me

you spend hours upon hours in the littlest room in the house.

For Midnight

Midnight Syndicate are one of my favorite bands.

Believe it or not, I don’t listen to their beautifully eerie tunes when I’m writing. I listen to them when the Sun is shining and the birds are singing.

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I Guess I Am Bitter

Word of he Day Challenge: Vaccine

Oskar Kokoschka – Knight, Death and Angel I, 1910.

Back

when our state shut down

I was deemed

a non-essential worker and laid off work.

 

“Lucky you!” Said some people. They actually said that.

“Now you get a government paid vacation.”

I didn’t feel lucky.

It wasn’t a vacation and I had to beg for my benefits every Sunday night.

 

Then the vaccine was rolled out

and again I was deemed non-essential- back of the line for me

and  I stopped looking at my news feed on FB

because Essential people wouldn’t shut the hell up about their shots.

 

You were deemed essential

you got to keep your job

you were essential so you got your vaccine,  you were safe and protected

I got a cloth mask and a bottle of hand sanitizer. Didn’t you see that happening?

 

And then as the fourth wave hits

I got my shots and my job back but this is what I know:

I didn’t end up in the hospital but a lot of people did.

They were essential. We just were not essential enough.

Loretta Blackwill

RDP Tuesday: Cleanser

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Loretta Blackwill

had a very busy and complicated life.

She had wine to drink, poems to write, shoes to buy

and air to breathe.

 

Loretta Blackwill wasn’t sure about the science of her situation

but she was sure that there was not enough air to breathe

or Sunlight to soak

into her greedy and hungry ancient skin.

 

So she stole it from her lovers

from their wives, from their children

and pets and houseplants and anything else

that needed  just a little air to breathe. Just a bit was all they needed.

 

But she needed so much more

then me or your or every single dog and cat and lawn or tree

that clung like crazy to the Earth when she breezed by and took it all in.

I don’t think she heard anyone  beg for mercy,  leave us a sip of air they said.

 

So one day we went out

and sailed across an ocean or maybe it was a lake. It could have been a river

I don’t know.

But halfway out, I had an idea and I pushed her in.

 

I don’t know if she took the air from the lungs of the fish

and the whales and the dolphins to breathe and I’m not sure I care

because there’s so much more air for us now

and an ocean of starving animals for her to feed.

 

Anne Packard