“The street lamps like an amusement park
The dollar store
Across the parking lot of the dollar store
The leaves brushed from the porch
The trees on the side
Dancing in the wind
My stomach twisting
Inside
In front of the fire place
In from the cool weather
December
December
The house I remember
Hot
My sickness on the floor
Bones and skin
My bones seen
Little girl
Picture of a Swedish-American girl
Sick with love
Sick in stomach
Can’t eat well
Fear
Fear
Calling my little boy home
We're both like innocent children
When we’re together
So fresh
And full of hope
My hope dwindles here
Alone
The church on the street next door
I can see it from where I smoke my cigarettes
Praying for me
Jesus, save me
Slave university
Taking my meds
Hoping they’re saving me
I pour out my words
To ones who will read
Listen
Listen
Listen to the lonely
Swedish girl
My dad so long past
Want to make him happy
My mother so kind on the phone
I’ve lost so much
But she still has so much love to give
I’m glad we’re not fighting
But of the loss
Of my home….
Little black dress
Bones and skin
My bones seen
Think of me
Someone, somewhere
Calling out
Think of me
Pray for me.
Darkness falls.”
"Lamps" aka "Bones" written by Kelly Alexandra Hoff, dec. 5, 2023. 11:03pm. Mankato, Minnesota.
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