Life is a Venn diagram

 

Hey! I’ve realized that You are a Venn diagram, but You would never tell me that.

Hm.

 

 

It’s bright.

What is that?

 

Oh!

Haha

 

What’s that noise?

But that smell-- it’s “awful good”

I hold tight to her.

How’d we get here?

 

I hold tighter.

 

“Gramma?”

She knew everything. She told me so.

But I can barely open my eyes!

Are they clapping?

 

This looks like the movies, but Gramma doesn’t bring me to the movies anymore.

 

What makes them so happy?

 

I smile too.

Oh! I go.

 

 

Where is Gramma?

 

 

 

 

 

The curtain was going up for a final curtain call,

and

 

Standing eternally still

 

 

 

Her hand is wrapped around my finger, tight

I realize

 

 

We’re not here for me.

within a moment’s pause, my eyes adjust

 

The attention of the audience is on her.

“Look!” I want to tell her. I try to laugh

 

With one motion choreographed

instantly in my head:

 

I stepped to the side and pushed her

to wave and begin

my heart takes a bow and then she goes

 

and again I’m still as the curtain goes down in front of me

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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