The Man with a Hole in His Throat

Wed, 04/04/2018 - 20:07 -- Saroda

Daddy's hand is a big warm blanket

embracing mine as we stand in the mud

 

"Goodbye, Lenny"

and our rooster, our little ball of fire, is no longer ours but

belongs to the man with a hole in his throat

 

No scarf or bandana, just an empty space

like his throat is a galaxy and

someone stuck a tiny black hole in the middle of it and if I

stare for too long, I might get sucked in

 

The man sets Lenny into his wheelbarrow

as if Lenny is a handful of wildflowers

"Do you want a ride?" he rasps

with a sandpaper voice

 

I don't but my head is nodding yes

so I climb in and I

take a ride with his rooster

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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