The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 7/29/08

[BlueIris]

"Heart Shaped"

The worst part about doing acid with my Mom was
how affectionate she became. When you're fifteen, you
don't want your parents getting all mushy, or, much less,
having a complete breakdown in front of you. My mother
wasn't affectionate at other times, so it was unusual at
first, but I got used to it, and sometimes I even looked
forward to it, because I knew she was loving herself more
in the process. At least that's how my own fifteen-year-
old, tripped-out mind justified things, magnified things.
And I always knew when it was coming—two hours into
our trip, and after the second or third joint. Slowly I
would see my whole life flash before her eyes, and she'd
melt into this heart-shaped form, with her hands folded
under her chin in the shape of a heart. Then everything
else about her became heart-shaped: her face and the arch
of her eyebrows narrowing down to her pointy chin;
her torso over the top of her breasts descending to the
"v" of her crotch. The shape of her lips seemed to follow
suit and then she would gleefully, and somewhat self-
consciously, mouth the words, "I love you, honey," with all
of her body parts, and all of her hearts, beating and puls-
ing the sentence out loud. And the word "honey" would
drip all over me, as I tipped back into the letter "v" and
reclined and relaxed inside of the word "love."

—Karen Vargas

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris!

This is a prose poem, and very evocative!

Beautifully done!

Thank you...

:hug:

[BlueIris]

2. I felt like doing something different today. nt

[RetroLounge]

3. "The worst part about doing acid with my Mom"

hee hee

:hi:

RL

[BlueIris]

4. Yeah. Not like I can relate or anything. nt

[BlueIris]

5. Kick.