A
Hello Memo
by Si Transken
a shallow trough for roof overflow,
a channel at street’s edge
for sludge & dirt to drain away,
an indentation burnt
down the sides of a candle,
&, more wholesomely,
a gutter can embrace the flow
of natural rain.
a social worker may be
the place the pain of process
seeps over, the road’s sides
for filth to be carried away by,
the human-skinned space where fire
cuts a path away,
&, more insistently,
a social worker can conduit
faith, bliss, intuition.
a creative writing may be
the game of scrabble
that i play by my self,
a shuffling & rearranging
of feels behind words like
murder suicide anguish
take destroy, a way to trickster
& dance the meanings
of joy, hope, thrill, release.
so would you like to read
a gutter social worker
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