When Shirley Was Young Part 1

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Shirley
Left a shout out
On her way to the hospital.
Contractions started
a gun fired overhead
and she ducked her head and
prayed to God.
I'll MAKE it right
I'M gonnna fight
Stormy neighborhood. I know I said
I'd fight
but I can't.

And then Mr. Nice Guy guy swabbed forehead in the ambulance
Jazz filled her head. Had no time to dance
not now not right now
As life was about to begin
And for what?!
And for what?
Before the next line
Shirley threw her head back
with a long, throaty laugh
And a certain guile. certain.
 
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Whne Shirley went to bed that nite 12 months ago
she lay back on a bed that had it's frame made of wood found from outside. Odd pieces of wood but together they made a bed. A place to rest and stop thinking.
The bed was banged together with 6 different kinds of nails all also found outside. The legs were short and one had a book underneath it.
The mattress was stuffed w/clothes from people she'd never met, the clothes were found outside. Pummeled into shape and molded into place by a few years of trying to sleep. When she could.
 

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If I could sleep
If I could sleep
I could dance
I could dance
I could prance.

I could tie up some flowers
Tie them up in the bowers.
Some blue hydrangeas
I'd sniff
In the manger
of
bed. my bed.

12 months ago Shirley was startled in bed by a scuff on the lawn.
Shirley wrestled in bed, the morning chill still stifling her thru what she called her quilt. A bedsheet threadbare with half the rose pattern bleached from sun thru the window.
 

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Was it J Square or Hi Boy or Mr. J. Dare?
No it wasn't it wasn't at all
It was mr handsome
Mr. Handsome Handball.
He was striking and dark and ever so tall
so tall he could see over the the top of the wretched white picket fence.
The fence was honestly so bad from so many years of neglect, so bad was it that Dog was caught in it's wrench.
he came to see her to talk and to see
why it was she
she who had claimed his eye to see.
 
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Who is out there and what do they want?
She wondered and wondered and wondered
for naught.
She had to get up
to go see who was there.
I can't answer the door
I'm a mess! I look queer!
Ah what will I do.
So ran in circle and circles
even the coffee didn't do.

She threw on some of her missing brothers pajamas
Running in circles w/man's clothes
trying to get her legs in the pants
yelling at them and stammering in such a nervous stance.
 

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Jumping in circles like a crazed whirlygig
"WHO's there?! Who's there?"
Damn! I look like a maid.
I have to answer the door
and see who it is
who is it
who is it?
I'm so excited I feel really big.
But how can I answer the door to a visitor?
I'm in pajamas in pajamas
a dead Cadillac in the drive
I can't answer the door, I can't. I swear I will die.
I look so bad.