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,
insouciant still.
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
enough.
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, Ive brought you all here for a reason.

Ears: Ive heard that one before.

Soul: You must work together. Youll never get out of this alive if you dont work together.

Bones: Ill be here when the rest of you are gone.

Kidneys: Ive seen the donor card. You cant take it with you.


January 12, 2010
Anne Westlund




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Written on 2010-01-24 at 05:28

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NicholasG
"Heart, broken for good" made me think of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4bvRamMiY4
2010-01-26



Wonderfully original Anne, and I know just how you feel! Keith(backstreetdreamer)
2010-01-24