30 | December | 2015 | Golden Star Poetry

1.
please tell me where I can get some solace.
it’s late and it’s cold and I am still growing,
slowly.

2.
you come around,
edge farther or closer I can’t tell
my image skewed sideways.

3.
pictures frame the walls,
they’re dusty, they’re old,
collected.
they’re yours.
you collected them.

4.
I admire you for your courage but
sometimes you take it too far.
in another life,
I was your father.
or so you say.

5.
makeup is not a choice.
my hair is not an accessory.
it is part of me.
I am pretty.

6.
somehow I cannot
be in the same room with you
anymore.
I feel a bit collapsed
my chest heaves,
I breathe.

7.
there is no good use saying it
but I feel odd.
the generations before me were
too stuffy,
the ones after too lawless.
money can buy you anything now.

8.
I breached your trust?
you’ve got to be kidding me!
I was the one out on the land,
scouting around, snuffing out danger.
I was a damned good soldier for you
I think I know why you stuck by me anyhow.

9.
waiting
for a plane
is not as trite
as it might
seem.

10.
when I finally get back home
It’s snowing
and there’s your face
in the window.