Skip to content

Me

Idea #47 on how to fill out this page, because nothing seems right.

It either seems too much or not enough.

It seems egotistical or inauthentic.

So for now, I’ll post a poem which I think speaks of ‘me’.

Walton Road

Turn at Highway 258 truck stop, straight down
the gravel road to another Wal-Mart town.
On that spot lived Queen Lula Mae, who wore
a crown of gray, lived in a 1957 Royal Mansion

silver trailer, with a screened porch covered
by a tin roof that made the storm sing while
we were snappin’ beans and rocking on concrete.
The smell of steam rising off baked southern ground.

Inside Lawrence Welk, Bob Barker, The Wild West
and Bonanza. Dirigible sightings, the Model-T
and an orphanage fire, where poverty sent her so long ago.
She platted hair, over and over, until her ninety year hands,

brittle bones, soft thin skin, grew too tired to do it again.
She served fresh collards with sinking fatback, butter
with some Grits, cast iron cornbread, and sweet tea,
From a four foot kitchen, always preparing for company.

A parking spot now, where the weeping willow used to be.
Just another cell phone, on a dull afternoon, rushing to buy
plastic with no idea, this exact space is the hallowed ground
where Queen Lula Mae used to call the bobwhites around.

 

Lula

One Comment leave one →
  1. KarenDC permalink
    November 26, 2009 9:14 pm

    Yeah. She has that verticality that lets you know she is NOBODY’s princess. A queen indeed.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: