Recently (Already) Dead: A Poem, Commemorating Super Bowl XLI
While the others high fived and dusted their lips with Cheetos, I went rollerblading with you, Jeremy,
both of us preferring the ocean's salty breath to the high definition tyranny .
But then I accidentally dropped you - my hands sweaty from the California sun and petroleum jelly - and crushed you in my wheels.
I know we are apart now, Jeremy, but I promise I'll see you again in heaven when we're both angels
as long as humans and hermit crabs have the same heaven,
or they're at least close to each other.
both of us preferring the ocean's salty breath to the high definition tyranny .
But then I accidentally dropped you - my hands sweaty from the California sun and petroleum jelly - and crushed you in my wheels.
I know we are apart now, Jeremy, but I promise I'll see you again in heaven when we're both angels
as long as humans and hermit crabs have the same heaven,
or they're at least close to each other.
posted by Alexis C. Jolly at 3:19 AM
1 Comments:
That first stanza left an image with me that won't soon fade.
Perfect name for the little guy.
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