No Time to Be Afraid
Got no time to be afraid, says the balancing waitress,
bacon and eggs and four plates. We’re eating breakfast
at the diner, you are talking and I begin this poem. You
are sicker. More tests, say the doctors. Nothing to hold
between me and your death but some words. As long as I
carry words around and write them down, you won’t die.
As long as I write and write, the words will still
fall over us like a snow shower in May, the day we sat
in the car at Schiller Park, and watched the wind blow
snowflakes like dandelion fluff onto new green grass.
Minnie Bruce Pratt © 2012
Photo by: Leslie Feinberg
Poem originally published: Glitter Tongue 2.14.12
Hi emma! Do you have a a tag for Larry's Paris interviews so i can get the links from there? Thanks x