[a Giant Woman Is Talking To Me] {for H.B.} Poem by Shane Markie

A giant woman is talking to me. She is telling me about my mistakes and how I have ruined everything.

'But listen, ' I say. 'Is it really that bad? '

'It's worse than you think, ' she says. 'Worse even than I'm
saying.'

'Then how bad is it? ' I ask.

'Your mistakes are as bad as I am big, ' she says, shifting her giant body while almost knocking me over with her massive hip.
'
'Its okay, ' I say. 'I will fix it all up. I will make things right.'

She stares down at me, and I can see by the look in her enormous eyes that she doesn't think I can do it. She slowly rises, a mountain that is beginning to move.

Reaching up and almost touching her huge hand that is spread above me like a canopy, I ask, 'Wait! Is there no use? '

'None, ' she says. Turning to leave, the wind of her tuning his me so hard I lose my balance, rolling on the ground. Regaining my footing, I scream out, 'Will you be back? Will you help me? '

But she is already far away. I continue to yell, but all I have left is her absence, which is literally as large as my life.