i'm continuing to post everyday for NaPoWriMo. I thought about their prompt that addresses writing about a scenario where you die. However, a good friend lost her grandpa today and somehow i needed a lighter version on the prompt, so i chose to modify it and imagined instead a scene where i am able to bring the dead back to life.
To All the Dead Poets
I wish you had been born
in this modern day and age
of pharmacology,
psychatrists,
and overeager drug representatives
Sara, i would give you Prozac
and art therapy
where you would realize he wasn't worth it
and that you don't need to swing from rope
to prove a point.
Anne, for you it would be Zoloft
to chase away those lonely nights
Soon you would laugh childishly
Not from carbon monoxide
but the way
the bird shit looks like The Scream
on the windshield of your car
Virginia, my overdramatic one!
A little Wellbutrin and fingerpainting
would be your medicine.
Silly Virginia! Don't you know
Rocks are for skipping and
Oceans are for skinny-dipping?
And last but not least:
Sylvia, dear Sylvia.
You would get the highest dose of Xanex,
some Play-Doh and knitting needles
and remember ovens are for baking
We could have a slumber party
whisper secrets and paint each others' toes;
Anne's bra would get put in the freezer
because she fell asleep first
Virginia would cry during Truth or Dare
(as she always chooses Dare, then Truth).
We would put our sleeping bags
in a circle,
tell ghost stories until
the apparitions became real...
only to then be chased away
but the early light
of Saturday morning cartoons
