Lost Found

I planned to try my hand at a new (for me) poetic form but I suck at time management. So here’s a quick and dirty take on a found poem.


Found Poem

(found fragments from The Sun, May 2014)

in the twelve years since you died
i still remember
the pitch of your whistle
your warnings turned into joke

choose your target wisely
don’t dress like a protester
never date a blond surfer

now i understand the whys
aunt tia told me about him
the college boyfriend named Eric
such menace in a lowered brow

the silences make sense at 40
at 18 it embarrassed me
you always found a reason to eat

you told me i should have children
the most meaningful part of your life
we were    you said

i don’t want children     i have no
plans for old age surprises
i won’t add more life to a world
that already has so many

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