Holly Gardner Poems

My mother is talking and talking to the repairmen.
She concocts elaborate pieces of business and little speeches about trash bags -
You do it just so, and such and such. All day she does this.
I've changed trash bags a few times I tell her.
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Those lice things are falling from the sky.
Creeping through clothes, books, curtains
And under doors.
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I know you only want
snail milk and horsefly juice.
It's reasonable and true.
Oh perfection and safety.
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I'm very sorry
Fearing a cascade failure sometimes
That may be illegal sweetie.
You know it?
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Echo and the alligator
They wait patiently
And not patiently
At the feet of Jesus.
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News and entertainment are difficult things
The squirrels said to Bree.
Run up this branch with me.
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The beautiful dark woman got into the shared Lyft apologizing for making us go downtown.

I live downtown.
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There it was encircling my head
Like some kind of wreath.
White, hot and sharper than lightning
Running round and round.
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Just watched a movie called
When people were sane here.
Not much of a plot.
Just nice music, pretty dresses.
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If I have made magic
Well enough.
But i am put together with
Plastic, paste and steel.
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