There is something twisty
to read Kristof’s Sudanese report
so many starving in Nuba
children with knees bigger than thighs
striping limbs of leaves to survive.
one mother who buried the baby’s bones
feeding four others with the field’s planting
she cant wait for crops to green
babies are dying for gods sake.
where is he anyway.
where are We.
whole foods and supersize markets
filling us up between big gulps.
did I really just hear a five year old
complain he is starving.
he’ll survive, i heard
the nanny promise McDonalds.
yes, a happy meal
that will get four bites before
the colorful bag gets tossed
save for some cheap plastic
toy that cost more than the seed
needed to plant a crop to save
twenty.
hungry in the burbs
but not for food.
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starving in the burbs
Posted by angela on 2012/06/05
http://yellowhousecafe.wordpress.com/2012/06/05/starving-in-the-burbs/
waiting
A gut shot put her down. Worn boot heel to nose bridge finished her unrecognizable. It took days to discover, the trail already thick with May abundance. It was the black mutt, not the well bred hunter that pulled up short at a deep ravine. Water pooled murky, gone devoid of pink after hours of soft rain. She lay in state, on a bed of pebbly sand, gone rusty. The iPhone would be scrubbed later. In death, it was where she waited. Words left for them, they’d understand who took her breath. Her last entry: I refuse. to die. a victim. I am now free
Posted by angela on 2012/05/16
http://yellowhousecafe.wordpress.com/2012/05/16/waiting/
