Thanks for taking a moment with me today on Things I Wrote Down. I’m so glad you’re here!
Today I’m debuting a new poem. I hope you enjoy it. I’d love to know what you think.
~ AK
God has not been fair to any of us
God has not been fair
to any of us
Not the aging women with spray
tans, the ones who look like Sissy
Spacek, their sharp noses and
triangular cheek bones, eyes so round and
wide the world must look only bright and
wonderful, women whose designer bags
boots, cost more than university
educations.
Nor to the bellmen who slip green
bills into their pockets, take the golf
clubs, keys for her husbands'
assortment of Ferraris, glimmering
green and gold in the sunlight, bellmen
who resist the urge to burn rubber around the
fountain of the lavish hotel
courtyard, tear away along the coastal highway.
He definitely has not been fair to me
as I walk barefoot on the edge
of the world, the blue jewel of the
Pacific turning to foam at my feet as a
scoop of pelicans glide by in formation, the wind
blowing through me the way the
Spirit must have swept clean Mary
Magdalene.
In this world of trouble where
hunger pangs merge, rumble louder than
jet engines I pile more onto my plate
a beggar who knows where
the buffet is.Read it on Instagram
The way the poem shows up on your phone may make the line breaks a little strange. You can read it with the line breaks as I intended over on my IG.
