Six Fingers

On tour, I heard once that ancient weavers
wove intentional mistakes into their tapestries
six fingers, a backwards foot, smoke
to ensure they would not upset the Lord.

"Nothing is perfect save our Lord."

My dad railed against this.
"Blasphemy!" he cried,
"To think they could make something perfect."

But drinking in their tapestries, I think
even a calculated mistake
can be beautiful.

...

I wrote an essay on this topic once as well, but it's so buried I can't find it now. This probably says what I thought only more succinctly.

I also had this poem ready for yesterday, just didn't get around to posting it. Will have another one up later on.

Left Unsaid

You don't know how it is for the girl
pulled aside by the boy's friends,

looking over their shoulders to make sure
the boy doesn't see

"When are you two getting married?" they whisper
the question shocks but is not shocking

after years of furtive glances and
the occasional hint at your interlaced fingers

The girl will measure her gaze, wondering
what the right answer is

she'll mumble about this not being the right time
and change the subject

(But secretly, she'll ask herself if

"Never" is really as long

as it already feels)

No, you don't know how it is for the girl
you never will

Teabaggin'

Hahaha, check out this Rachel Maddow clip my sister sent me--> here

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