Saturday, March 11, 2006

For your consideration

Flattering myself

My right front tooth has a tiny chip
I fell from a bicycle I attempted to ride
despite its flat tire

My lip has a bump of scar tissue
from that same day, no helmet
Face first onto asphalt in hot hot July

I was thirteen, but it wasn’t recklessness, I just wanted to get back
Put the cantaloupe and milk and eggs into the refrigerator
Instead, they splattered on the pavement

rind and seed
yolk and shells
a little sliver of tooth

none of it
could have been salvaged anyway,
So I got up and walked back to my grandparent’s house

I left my bike laying on the path
front wheel idly spinning
and waited for someone to come home


Anonymous said...


Your blog is absolutely great. The poem about the chipped tooth, cantaloupe and eggs is one of the best I have ever read. You have an astounding talent. The big question is what to do with it.

Big Daddy G

dandelionwine said...

What is it about summer when you are thirteen? There is something about the summers when you are no longer a child but not yet an adult. . . they have a mythical quality to them. . . almost like they happened in a dream.

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