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Flowers at Night
It’s raining in my room right now.
I mean outside my room it’s raining.
One time my brother wouldn’t let
someone hurt me when I was little,
and I liked when someone said
a poem should make you feel a feeling.
I think I heard a woman say that once.
My mom is dead, and to say I miss her
is to have said nothing. People say
I make her faces. I hope so. I hope
I’ve made anything beautiful.
Another time when I was little
someone pushed me off my bike
and said my brother was a jerk,
but that person didn’t know about
the time my brother wouldn’t let
someone come in my room at night.
Leave her alone. She’s sleeping.
When that woman said a poem
should make you feel a feeling
I thought about sunflowers at night—
how their faces look down because
the sun isn’t anywhere. Maybe
it’s raining in my room or maybe
I mean outside my room it’s raining.
Maybe I’m glad I have a brother.
I mean outside my room it’s raining.
One time my brother wouldn’t let
someone hurt me when I was little,
and I liked when someone said
a poem should make you feel a feeling.
I think I heard a woman say that once.
My mom is dead, and to say I miss her
is to have said nothing. People say
I make her faces. I hope so. I hope
I’ve made anything beautiful.
Another time when I was little
someone pushed me off my bike
and said my brother was a jerk,
but that person didn’t know about
the time my brother wouldn’t let
someone come in my room at night.
Leave her alone. She’s sleeping.
When that woman said a poem
should make you feel a feeling
I thought about sunflowers at night—
how their faces look down because
the sun isn’t anywhere. Maybe
it’s raining in my room or maybe
I mean outside my room it’s raining.
Maybe I’m glad I have a brother.
Posted 09/18/13
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