Eating Dirt Poem by Andrew Stimatze
Eating Dirt
I want to apologize if I coerced you
into eating dirt when we were kids.
You were young, impressionable
and didn’t those mud bowls need lids?
Clay pots they were, for a minute or two,
though lasting much longer took unreasonable care.
And add too much water before they were dry
and they poured through your hands like they weren’t even there.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is for my sisters. We were poor growing up and made do with what we had. Video game? Schmideo game. We were happier back then with less.
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