A Family Gathering
My brain, confused by lack of sleep.
Eyes, that have seen too much.
Feet, battered and neglected, but toes
jaunty with polish.
Breasts, pretty and useless,
Heart, broken for good, mended
with scotch tape and super glue.
Stomach, not up for anything anymore,
liable to burp at any moment,
interrupting the meeting.
Hips, narrow with judgment.
Legs, sturdy, having walked many miles
over the years.
Funny bone, intact, but not used nearly
Cunt, ripe with boredom.
Ass, just sits there.
Hands, gesture as if to say…
Lips, pressed together in irritation.
Nose, how haughty can a button nose be?
My soul proclaims, “I’ve brought you all here for a reason.”
Ears: “I’ve heard that one before.”
Soul: “You must work together. You’ll never get out of this alive if you don’t work together.”
Bones: “I’ll be here when the rest of you are gone.”
Kidneys: “I’ve seen the donor card. You can’t take it with you.”
January 12, 2010
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2010-01-24 at 05:28
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