Frances McCue

NaPoWriMo #19
April 20, 2013, 12:26 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

Get Out Now

This is a retail operation. One minute

The woman with the crazy returns

Yells and the cash register jams;

Next second and I’m climbing over

Boxes in the delivery area, reaching

For that that metal latch on the big door,

Feet caught in old packing tape and string,

Pushing to get out, shoulder to the steel—

Bursting finally into the back lot.

And what a pulse of blooms out here!

Gnarly calla lilies and ivy, plastic toys

Caught in the bush. Everything grows wildly

In California. I’m young and newly here.

Out the gate, into the alley, moving on.


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