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Less than Perfect

I came from a land of redneck drinkers, who mounted deer heads on walls without sheetrock. It was a simpler time. You shot or hooked what you ate. A wood stove heated the whole house. It ran on bottled propane when wood was scarce. I can still smell the blackening butter and hear the purple-red deer meat sizzling in Gram’s cast-iron fry pan on that day. I can see the knife gash in the imprint of flowers on the homemade butter. Its beauty marred to lather the pan as mine had been. Each day since then, as I knelt on the chair staring past the potted violets toward the house next door, I'd shiver. 

whispers
breach the bedroom walls:
chain-locked door

I came from a land where, through a picture perfect window, a little girl could see rows of candy-colored gladiola’s growing beside the home of the neighbor boys. The boys whose Father liked to flash his private parts to little girls. No, this was not the end of the yellow brick road, but the land of bullies, beer, and bullshit pedophiles, far from picture perfect.



Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2018

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  1. Date: 1/12/2018 5:27:00 PM

    It is very good Debbie. I did have that familiar feeling. How has the response to you book been? Also although belated, I hope you have an amazing year. Hugs Rick.
  1. Date: 1/10/2018 1:12:00 PM

    Sad but true today in a country where people should be civilized enough to treat each other better. Enjoyed reading your work..Thanks for dropping by my page..Sara
  1. Date: 1/9/2018 12:24:00 PM

    Hello Debbie, WOW, a very sad place, one can almost relate too, especially those who survived tainted walls. The end was very striking a very uncomfortable picture. I don't think I could find a perfect picture, if I took on a write like this. A special A for your writing. Enjoyed reading your poem today. ~LINDA~
  1. Date: 1/6/2018 2:47:00 PM

    Very impactful and sad. Is this one from your book? It gave me that Dejavu feeling.
  1. Date: 1/4/2018 1:37:00 AM

    wow, Debs, I LOVE this. Too bad you could not put it into your own contest. By the way, I appreciate my win. Thanks so much, and thanks for writes like THIS.
  1. Date: 1/3/2018 2:37:00 PM

    such simple beauty wrecked by such unspeakable evil! My deepest sympathy. --- The economic clarity and description imparts a powerful sense of unique tone and meter.
  1. Date: 1/2/2018 8:31:00 PM

    Heart-wrenching, well-written, Debbie. Janice
  1. Date: 1/2/2018 6:29:00 PM

    Pervs in the city, pervs in the rurals. Appearances can be deceptive , as you bring out nicely
  1. Date: 1/2/2018 6:16:00 PM

    Far, far from picture perfect. Very nice write, Deb. I hope 2018 brings you much joy. Love you lots, Catie :-)
  1. Date: 1/2/2018 5:03:00 PM

    Not a pretty picture! Aptly said!

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