Tipton Poetry Journal – Spring 2021
Our Origin Tony Brewer Tell me a story not how your day has been that you cleaned the cat box took out the trash after clearing the refrigerator of dead uneaten food House spirits care for these details and the piles of spite is takes to motivate your ass to chore away a Saturday I want your legends and myths not the lie-consuming cycle requiring a ladder to properly tuck away or the rumor slouching down Main Sirens going whoop whoop through the intersection have it cammed for their protection Will we be stranded on this rock? Forever? I remember how to make a raft from a movie and the movie in my head where Dad was there to tell me how and do it all himself Where fate got slammed a pool formed I filled it with neat colored rocks I found along the riverbank Not naturally occurring A plot – some action and a truth The eyes glaze over because telling is no substitute for a show reduced in this textual world to merely unbelievably enthralling
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