Carted Stories
by Shaela Monique Montague-Phillips
Friday, October 18, 2002
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my aunts cart stories in their purses
they rent memories back for popular demand
we children know them by heart
singing oldies tell the moon lights the sky
and grand ma shakes her shimmy
meeting the brightest star
we will past the memories of foliage
to our unborn children
when bellies are full
laugh,
our jubilees can ship time into space
traditions stay the same
our remember whens,
will become myths
in visioning
he-man and she-ra
gliding downstairs chipping teeth
tag in the dark until some one
cries
cousins like brothers
slicing basements into realms
of the unknown
magical
until our eyes catch up with our bodies
slipping into sleep
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