at Omni

   There are limits

to the five, mortal senses.

    There are no limits


at omni salon
karen knows everything,
has an opinion on anything, —

the penal system, the color of spring,
the mortgage rates, take your first offer,
does that make her brash
she wants to know?
she quickly moves on to
the next topic, —

karen’s at peace
with her mom after what she saw
do you believe?
karen queries
for two milliseconds
and continues, —

we weren’t voice talking,
mom and i,
we were talking with our minds
do you know what i mean?
we all shake our heads
up and down about visitors
who come to say
you’ve got to move on
i’m at peace, not in pain, —

and in karen’s case, it’s not what you think
it was a willing overdose
to which karen said, okay then!
ever since she’s been getting out of bed,
brushing her hair, coming here to Omni
talk, talk, talking, —

in voice talk for us bobble-head believers
listening to her go on while she gets her nails done
in whatever luminescence best befits eternity’s bloom, —

21: NaPoWriMo and Real Toads


My Folks Call

Lordy, Lordy, I git to talk in another language
and my children git to listen. Ev’ry time I pick
up the phone, I pick up that twang, as if I were
the one with a drawl. My kids say I git real “slow
and Southern,” even though Kansas ain’t nowhere
near Southern. She’s ’bout as middle of the road as
you can git. And she’s just as beautiful a place
you’d ever wanna see too– Abilene, Abilene,
purtiest town you’d ever seen. Ah, you’d think I’d
of been a preacher, the way I git to talking with
such a swell of love and tenderness in my throat.
Home’s kinda like that, I guess, sneaking out from
your insides without any coaxing at all. I sure hope
that when my folks quit calling, on account of them
being gone, there’s still a sweet swell in my throat.

day 18 NaPoWriMo
and linking with Real Toads