Chimera (a wild and unrealistic dream or notion)
All I want on a Sunday morning is to
luxuriate in my laziness. I want to watch
old movies with the volume turned up loud,
the newspaper crackling as I shift my supine
body on the couch, the words of duplicitous
politicians and photos of narcissistic socialites
mashed under my ass.
I want to gaze out my window where heat
rises on the street like steam from a gumbo
pot while I lie, cool as a nectar cream snowball,
in my Maggie The Cat slip, painting my toenails
a color called Bad Influence.
I would sip Southern Wedding Cake coffee
from the chipped china cup I knocked off
the bedside table in a moment of
passion and savor a fresh chocolate croissant,
tender flakiness that melts on the tongue like
vampires melt in the sunlight.
As the sun climbs the sky, I'd meander into the afternoon
with the expectation of an early summer storm when
we would go upstairs and slip between our cool, white
sheets and not be heard from again until
Monday morning.
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Originally published in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, February 2012.
http://www.deadmule.com/poetry/charlotte-hamrick-%E2%80%93-four-poems-2/
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Good character piece. Enjoyed.
nice one
"...a color called Bad Influence." Wow! Love it. *
Dear Charlotte
"I want to gaze out my window where heat
rises on the street like steam from a gumbo
pot while I lie, cool as a nectar cream snowball,
in my Maggie The Cat slip, painting my toenails
a color called Bad Influence."
I see you've been contemplating some of the things I do too. Your words are divine, thank you, Clark.
"I lie, cool as a nectar cream snowball, / in my Maggie The Cat slip, painting my toenails / a color called Bad Influence"
Very fine, Charlotte.
Gorgeous. I too liked the "color called Bad Influence" especially. *
This is my favorite bit: "in my Maggie The Cat slip, painting my toenails
a color called Bad Influence."
Love the juxtaposition of the mundane dream with the title.
I'm glad you recognized the justaposition, Frankie. When I wrote this, a day such as I described seemed unattainable and soooo tantalizing. Such is life. It can so push you to the brink of insanity that lying on the couch is like heaven. :)
Such a good poem--one startling image after another. I agree with Frankieon the Maggie The Cat lines. Those will stay with me.
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