Today

remember being a kid
rain coming down like tears on the glass funny
patterns on your face on your arms
and you're somewhere between no where
and almost strange fat guys in jumpers
take your toys away some of them
you might never see again?
mommy and daddy faces too tight today
and even though you thought you would
just go invisible and leave for nine
years in an empty cardboard box
in the rain you were still in the way whole

world seemed made of paper
and today you can't say goodbyes you wouldn't
ever say another goodbye condemned
to remember every Ericka,
Shital, and Jefferey and everytime after
there was a tragic shift in the world like a box
too small on moving day....

A. P. Stone
Copyright ©2005 Alissa Patrice Stone

The 1st

We can talk

about souls and like college students

we can romanticise
struggle with a sort of borrowed wisedom,
borrowed words. And you talk
and I listen and I can only agree,
as though you've somehow achieved encompassing
God. Then I struggle
again
with what I am worshipping.


-A. P. Stone
Copyright ©2005 Alissa Patrice Stone