2019 / poetry / author
SIMONE L W MOUNSAMY
INHERITANCE
…
What will prove genetic or biologic
What will be passed to you and
What will you cast aside
I often wonder
while your father’s
dropkicking chairs
I’m dropping garage doors
Over my ears and third eye
your father’s spewing sad words
And I’m biting (down)(just go)
What will peak above your skin
and glare you down in 25 years
Shoved into your life like
a second nature and
you never thought about it until
it really cut someone’s tongue out
And what will ache so bad that
you vow at too young an age to
never ever be like them?
This one can only heal over
with grit
and might
Little Warrior
I’m so sorry for the force feed
the things you never asked for
BAKED PEACH SLICE SET
LOW ON A LITE BRITE
…
You will fall asleep alone
2000 nights
Because who gives a f***
Mom and dad
Are you
Widen my hips
Train the calm
And the cheer
Muscle up
Good for you, sharers
(And that gut clenching bridge
Wet, veering and high
Has to be)
One apple
On a stem
Gets more fuel
Than two
Gives more flesh
Than two
Takes more sun
Than two
I am f(ull)
I am f(ine)