Oh, IT creeps and IT crawls IT almost never lets go Pushed and IT just latches harder Like a toddler to his mother Like a hook in a fish's gills ITs iron grip, oh, the grip. Seldom is relief granted In the whirl of the day The week The month The year.
The Turkey Trial Run
Flashbacks instantly Of the family around the table Forks clanking Soda fizzing Sweet, savory, tart. Plates full Stomachs full Hearts full. Same seats always, Papa to my left Grandma to his left Mom, Dad, Jess. One bite Flashbacks To simpler days Different days Sweet. One bite as I stand in my kitchen "It's a little... Continue Reading →
Grip
I used to scare from critters like You. My adolescent frightened feet fled from the innocence of your kind. My heart beat to the rhythm of my swallowed breaths. And now we sit In peace As your little segmented legs grip into the Fibers of my jeans.
The Moment
“The moment is upon us. That moment you can’t stop talking about.” They say we can do anything we want. They say we can be anything we want. If you work hard, some day you can achieve your dreams. But when is that day? That’s up to you. Maybe the moment is Now. The... Continue Reading →
Fade
They can fade like Old jeans, Wash away like Sidewalk chalk. Never returning to The original form. But new jeans replace The old. New sidewalk sketches Drawn. Always remembered But Never returning to The original form. Always remembered But I'm afraid we'll never return.
Dream
The power of a dream. I saw her again. Shining. Glimmering. As she always did, does. Smile glistening Cheeks rosy Silver locks long now. I stopped her from tying them back; Her bare skin lingered with tearful memories. I said, "Keep them down." Mom agreed. That shining smile flashed. I knew it was a... Continue Reading →
Blue Gatorade
As I drink my blue Gatorade I taste the memories I taste your smile Your spaghetti sauce bubbling on the stove Your laugh Your pink lipstick. As I drink my blue Gatorade I'm eight again Hunched over at your kitchen table Scribbling pictures on your scrap paper As I drink your blue Gatorade. ... Continue Reading →
Right Foot, Left Foot
He asks himself As a reminder He ponders over purpose Over and under and around. He sprints towards the hurdle As the crowd cheers In his head Right foot, left foot, right, left. Keep going. Don’t give up.
Kiss
And when you kissed my young lips it felt great It was right Was And we kept going and thinking it was the best thing that had ever happened Was We made plans for the future, spoke about our lives together And then it happened It all happened The questions The doubt The hardship The... Continue Reading →
Rebecca DiFabbio 