The smell of burning leaves
just won’t go. Listen –
we need to talk. I burned
the bacon, and the cake’s
no longer any kind of
walk what
-soever. It’s time you
parked your stupid Chevy
on somebody else’s

I’ve done all my sacred
yoga poses, all the whatifs
and supposes. I played eeny
meeny miney moe, plus also
roshambo; the con
-sensus is you

I’ll be landing
without you.

Now, leave me
to practice
my kazoo.


Prompted by Creative Bloomings.

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5 Responses to Fall

  1. Do you actually have any leaves to burn out there in the desert?
    Anyway, I love this. Esp. “practice my kazoo” and my pogo stick! “I burned / the bacon” – I hope she took her share of the $! And the cake walk reference! I get that he is the “con” man. Fall indeed!

  2. Misky says:

    Brilliant. Huge smiles, so thanks for my morning cheer.

  3. Shawna says:

    I love that the top layer of language is so playful while the underthings are so very deep-soul, heavy, and pained.

    “I burned; we need to talk”
    “I burned we need to talk” … two or more meanings here; maybe you’re burning with energy, passion, and anger, and what you’re burning over is the fact that we need to talk. Maybe you need to talk because “you burned” (maybe you burn for your husband and he doesn’t reciprocate, or maybe you burn for someone else; either way, you two need to talk about it) …. or maybe you burned (in the fireplace or with a match) the piece of paper (real or figurative) that said “we need to talk”

    “-soever. It’s time you” = “it’s time you sew ever” … repair our forever

    “It’s time you
    parked your stupid Chevy
    on somebody else’s
    lawn” … I think this is a metaphor for him being with someone else. Either he was and you found out, or you’re ready for him to move on, and away from you. Also, I see “It’s time you parked” … in other words, he wasted the time you could have had together. He was distracted somehow. Obviously the truck is a point of contention. Maybe he was always working on it. Maybe he was always gone in it. Or maybe it was his butt that he was always parking, and therefore not spending quality time with you.

    “I’ve done all my sacred” … All you know to do is pray and grow closer to God, and you’ve done that. But it didn’t save your relationship. Maybe you’re having a moment of clarity that God doesn’t want you in this relationship. It must be dangerous or harmful to your well-being.

    “sense us is you” … And he won’t do it.

    “Now leave me” is so heavy because you know you need to leave him but you can’t bring yourself to. You’re hoping he’ll leave you and make it easier.

    I LOVE “leave me alone to practice my ka zoo,” taking into account that your ka is your soul.

    • Shawna says:

      The ending also makes me think of this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kudzu

      “They are climbing, coiling, and trailing perennial vines … they can be invasive and are considered noxious weeds. The plant climbs over trees or shrubs and grows so rapidly that it kills them by heavy shading … Kudzu was introduced to the United States as an ornamental bush and an effortless and efficient shade producer … In the 1930s and ’40s, the vine was rebranded as a way for farmers to stop soil erosion.”

      I think you are going to reinvent yourself, maybe becoming something tough and hardcore, someone who knows how to protect her “soil” and that of those around her (assuming there are children in your garden). You are no longer just for decoration, that’s for sure.

    • whimsygizmo says:

      Holy cow do I love that last thought, especially. My soul is a zoo today, for sure. Plus also a fire, which is another thing ka means.

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