Push

Tirzah Juarez

 

 

What is with the snoring down the hall

What is with this headache

I could use a push or two 

I can't get myself to crawl towards you 

 

Because my embrace

Is not bounteous enough 

To gather up my large intestines 

So I will scoop them into my top hat

And turn it upside down

To pull out a map to Ethiopia 

That is quite far for even a dreamer 

But beggars cannot be choosers 

 

So I travel there by a toenail moon

I am the last one alive 

I did not want to inherit the earth

I just wanted to become queen

Of a jungle tribe

 

 Here in this boggy marsh 

Lay the victims of a controversial era

So I hope you can forgive me 

For the mudprints I've tracked in

All over your heart

I only ever wanted

You

 

To push me while I swing. 

 

But this is okay too.

 

 

 

 

-Tirzah Marie Juarez

 

 

 

  • Author: Tirzah Marie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2017 07:09
  • Category: Unclassified
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