songbirdwhen i was littlesongbird by catsandclarinets
my grandmother and i used to sing
'I've Been Working On The Railroad'
because it was my favorite song
and she called me her songbird
when i was a little older
my grandmother and i didn't sing
because i was growing up
and was embarrassed to be singing
a little kid song with my grandmother
but she still called me her songbird
when i was older
my grandmother smiled from a hospital bed
when i started humming our song
after she asked if i remembered it
and joined in
calling me her songbird again
when i replied
"How could I forget?"
when i was even older
i didn't cry when my grandmother asked
what song i was humming
even though i wanted to
and she forgot that i was her songbird
when i'm even older than i am now
and my grandmother dies
i don't think i'll ever be able to sing that song again
because i won't be her songbird, and,
what's a songbird once the person who let her out of her cage is gone?
Those MorningsSometimesThose Mornings by catsandclarinets
I wake up and
The world seems a little dim.
My head is quiet and
I walk through the day
As a zombie,
Chatter behind my back
Eye rolls at my behavior
Assumptions of my reason
For acting the way I do.
I am unable to explain,
Because I don’t even know why
I just open my eyes
On those mornings
checkered linoleumToday I walked through the halls of my schoolcheckered linoleum by catsandclarinets
Hearing the clamoring voices around me,
My own conversation blending in.
My shoes make soft noises against the checkered
But I can’t hear them.
I hear only the rush of people passing by,
Shouts and curses,
The clocks on the wall
Tick away the minutes until
All of us can escape.
Some days, I don’t want to leave-
I want the same schedule
The same friends
The same lunch.
I want the future to remain an enigma,
Forever on the horizon-
Never quite close enough