Holly Gardner Poems

My mother is talking and talking to the repairmen.
She concocts elaborate pieces of business and little speeches about trash bags -
You do it just so, and such and such. All day she does this.
I've changed trash bags a few times I tell her.
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Those lice things are falling from the sky.
Creeping through clothes, books, curtains
And under doors.
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The beautiful dark woman got into the shared Lyft apologizing for making us go downtown.

I live downtown.
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There it was encircling my head
Like some kind of wreath.
White, hot and sharper than lightning
Running round and round.
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Just watched a movie called
When people were sane here.
Not much of a plot.
Just nice music, pretty dresses.
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If I have made magic
Well enough.
But i am put together with
Plastic, paste and steel.
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The winter came early.
And it stayed quite late.
But now the wildflowers
Are red, purple and yellow on the roadside.
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All of the sweet Mojave dreams.
And the sun beats down on
The beautiful baked ground,
On my wishes and memories and the hot sand.
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to get nicely toasted
and sleep for three days
or maybe for four
and have sex for almost as long
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If I tell you this
Then it's true.
Eighteen came and went
And left me in it's wake.
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