Poems from Rachel Louis
The lumber boards were twenty pounds,
The paint cans one hundred and one.
The couch, I swear, it broke my back,
So bad I wished I had a son...
I am from holy jolly chicken pot pie and Sabbath candles lit maybe twice a year, from Bubby and Grandpa and the Louis clan. I am from video...
You have your children, bathed in blood,
Crying out in endless moans.
Memories washing over them in an endless flood.
Mine are mine, my...
You will not live for very long.
Someday, all of you will die.
While you live, fight against what is wrong.
Your human lives are like a...
Do not listen to them, my dears.
Help me with my work instead.
Hear, help me collect the fears.
Do not let them see your tears,
Watch...