Two Party-Inspired Poems
Cracked Open
“Fruit? It does not fall far from the tree.”
he says about me and my daughter
“Birth is beautiful”
“Be like a kid.”
“Prosper”he says in parting.
It is a repertoire of fortune cookies
and all he has left
when he is high
Cracked open, the paper is thin
too insubstantial to hold any weight
He floats home in a cloud
of marijuana smoke
Was he ever really there?
Subtle Violence
the hipsters are back in the hood
cooler than cool
in their carefully picked faded tees
with the logos of old bands
the men wear these hats
it is a sort of uniform
and the ubiquitous joint
you don't have one,
you aren't armed
If you aren't armed
you aren't one of them
Lucy Simpson, Seattle, 7/2009
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