Maniac McGee
We can’t wake him.
No don’t wake Grandpa.
But see breakfast ready
He’ll come when he’s ready
If he’s ready
Breakfast is ready.
But don’t wake him
not from his bed
hospital bed
where all he sees is a chain-link fence
like the one that held him in
the one he slammed his son against
baby against.
He couldn’t play poker
in the Jeep
in the hole
on the beach.
He knows this.
So please.
don’t wake him.
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Lucy writes for herself because she is a selfish poet, but she sometimes stretches a bit and includes others, too. She is a senior in highschool in Chico, California, has won poetry contests in the local newspaper multiple times, and has had her poetry published in her school's poetry anthology multiple times. She hopes to use her poetry to inspire other selfish poets and keep herself sane.
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