still the Julie Show
Marquetta’s funeral
it is the oddest I have seen
held not in her hometown, but several hours away
in a place she has not lived for fifty years
most of her friends are in their nineties
they do not drive, cannot get to this place
even their children do not drive well,
for they are in their seventies
two of her children planned this fiasco
without telling their three siblings
it became the Julie show
Julie is the youngest, it has always been the Julie show
Julie is the main speaker,
she speaks about herself
I, I, me,
Me, me, I
I am successful.
I am glorious.
I am great.
I am astounded.
When will Marquetta’s name be mentioned?
It is not mentioned at all.
I stare at Julie.
She has not changed. It is still the Julie show.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
