Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

She Was a Hanging Girl

Her name does not matter
She did not use it any way
Preferring to be called Num
Short for numbers which is what she
was all about in spite of the fact
that math terrified her
She was a hanging girl
A snippy girl, a do-not-talk-to-her
she is crazy girl
We were all warned
so how could I stay away from that?
I ran toward her like an invincible
twenty-three-year-old first time fireman
toward the towers on 911
And other days as well
Good days 
Glorious days
Days that have dogs living
Not always dying under school bus wheels
in front of sobbing children
like today
Num was mean to me
Smacked me around 
First with words, then with pushes
No one pushes as hard as Num
I doubt if an ant with a whole cookie
could push as hard
Was I ready to go away?
Dhramn right no.
Anyone who hates me this much
Must be smart, right?

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M. L. Kiser April 6, 2019 at 1:57 PM Maybe her intellect was why she had trouble making friends...better to push people away than to have them using her? Caren Krutsinger April 7, 2019 at 12:17 AM aha, you have gleaned the underpinnings of the poem, my psychiatrist friend.

Arturo Michael April 5, 2019 at 12:33 PM It's a mystery...who knows why people do their do... Caren Krutsinger April 5, 2019 at 2:05 PM We never know, it is always a mystery, sometimes even to the person who is doing things without knowing why.