11/30 erasing mom

I had this bright idea today to do an erasure poem where I find a particularly long and painful email from my birth mother in my email archives and turn it into something beautiful instead.

Turns out I've deleted all the old painful ones. So, probably, thanks Past Self.

I found one kinda neutral one and one that was only a little hurty, so I tried those instead.

6/30: the rooster photo

Yesterday I took a photo of a rooster in the street.

I live in Taiwan now.  Things happen like that here.

When I show the photo to my friend, he says,

“Did you ask him why he crossed the road?”  No,

I say, but I did watch an old woman try to catch him.

When I asked if he was hers, she said no and grinned.

I liked that grin.  I understood it entirely, in the way

that anyone who has tried to catch something not hers

can understand.  So crow, rooster, and puff up

your pretty white feathers, and strut, and scratch,

and preen all you like, because I got my eyes

on you and I've been practicing moving

with the precision of a wise hungry crone, and one day

soon

I will get my hands on you.

2014 30/30 NaPoWriMo Challenge Kick-off: Day 1

Day 1 is a visual poem, because I can, damnit, and a love poem because I have an awesome requited crush.  So look out for that this month.