Category Poetry

An Ode to Avocados

Thank you avocados,
for saving my dry ass meat since I have no idea how to cook.
Like the fat juicy softness of mangos,
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Thank you for the compliments on my beauty and
hour-glass figure,
But perhaps hitting on me
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I am only able to visit her now
about once every six weeks.
My eldest sister,
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May your heart be open
May your words be kind
May you see the face of god
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I’ve never been all that great at pretending
that forced laughter meant everything was okay,
that my heart wasn’t raw and bleeding.
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It is the same old story,
and according to my friends, not specific to me.
Four weeks.
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I try to keep love under the lean-to;
give it just enough light so that it does not wither, but
not quite enough to fully bloom because
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Each time anew,
another practice in letting it go and giving it up.
Surrendering it to the Big Something.
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now that you have seen the first shadow,
when grief ungrounded and left skin too tender
for lighthearted banter.
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Last night, while I was sleeping far from you,
my heart was growing
bigger.
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I am walking then shuffling
through one of those days,
like a deer caught in the headlights
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Sometimes,
deeper than my need for change,
underneath the practice of nonattachment
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