Charlotte Ballard Poems

They're coming!
Run for cover.
Crusading colors are on the rampage.
Here comes pitiful parading purple
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Dove blunder together
Exchange wonder wing
Pull love day
Sparkle old boy
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I am dull
Drab and achy
I am worthless
Piece of human flesh.
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In the cold and in the rain
When it storms and
when he complains
When the sun is up, and
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Hamburger Helper
Comes tucked
Back, tasting like cardboard
Much like the box it comes in.
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Around January - a computer club member shows me how to log into the BBS. He has a gentle voice and hands. Likes cats and kids. I have one and he had the other.
 
Around February-we talk of love in brushed bits, and Donna brings herself in the middle trying to bribe him with sex and grandkids. I rush away, unable to fight. I don't know if I belong.
 
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I am not the worse
Firewatch they
Have but
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I am paralyzed with fear
To write, to not
Have an excuse not to write.
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Truth can be held in a bottle and brought out
For weddings and charities like some old
Piece of lace curtain from Aunt Edna's old
Box of dried parchment, pieces of a life of
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When does the window clear-
After the rain, after all hope
Leaves?
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