A 10-Foot Tall Monkey

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Before I crossed the railroad tracks 
I stopped to gather myself, to make sure I noticed the feeling of crossing when no train was coming. 
I looked down the tracks for the ghost of River Phoenix. 
Thoughts of my Mama Jo flew by, the tracks up on the hill behind her house
Pennies my brother and I placed there; we waited, excited to see their fate.
 
On the other side, I stopped again, to make sure I noticed how it felt to want to see something. 
Something that would spark a spark if I sent you a picture.
What happened? 
Or had nothing happened, and this is who you are?
 
On my walk the next day, I didn’t look for things to show you 
I walked and looked for no one but me. 
And I saw a chimpanzee painted on the side of a freight car, it must have been more than 10-feet tall.
I don’t know what the fuck that means. 
 
I could have shown you things you’d never seen. 
What did I manifest?
What did I couple to the goodness and light? 
The cat that God, tired at the end of the fifth day, phoned in as calico.
A centaur, a mash up of men Frankensteined together. 
A tangle of thoughts but the comb rakes my heart. 

 

Author: Stephanie G Hlavin

Join me as I put my crazy on the table. I encourage you to do the same.

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