Poetry Thursday: Three for Thee

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"There Is a Door by My Abdomen"

There is a door by my abdomen.
It can open if I pull a string.
The string is made of sulfur.
My abdomen is made of smells.

My dad is made of whistles.
My mother is made of bells.
My body is made of thistles.
My brain is made of hair.

There is a door by my hair.
It can open if I tug a stick.
The stick is made of gravy.
Hard and old and ready to eat.

I don't eat it though.
It's hard on my abdomen.
It's whistles and bells.
My parents wouldn't want it.
They don't know gravy well.

No, we would eat gormeh sabzi,
or rice with lima beans.
My dad's beard filled with white.
Always socks on his feet.
No one talked during dinner.
No one made a peep.

Cold floors.
Carboard boxes.
Legos on the ground.
I built a ship and smashed it up.
I built a lego town.
I built the hand, the feet, and nose.
I built this heart to meet a rose.

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"Rose"

Melt me. Slay me. Take me. Give me. Grate me. Cheese me. Latka. Latke. Overtime. Matza. Mayflower. My flower. Gin Blossom. Holy bottom. Wave got em. Hell hide em. I am um um um. Save yum yum yum. I un un un. Spell. Spell. Spell. Name Name Name. P P P. Rooz Rooz Rooz. Rose Rose Rose. Rise Rise Rise.

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"U Drive, Me Shift"

U Drive
Me Shift
His Wife
His Shit
My Life
Your Lip
Why cry?
Sink ship
So dry
So drip
My Life
Tuesdip
To Try
To Fit
Tolouise
Latrec
U Win
I Bow
I Am
Shikow