Allentown Residential Care Inc.

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No, I didn't have to speak any Spanish
when picnic time ended at Allentown.
María nibbled her tunafish sandwich.

Miguel who never would speak any language
drank from his sippy cup, sucking facedown.
No, I didn't have to speak any Spanish

when strapping assistants brought an outlandish
gurney that turns him into a pronoun
assisted with living. There he will languish

as much as slag heaps from iron ore span this
town like his bedsores a scat dirty brown
he'd ask them to scratch if Miguel spoke language.

The black teardrop driveway soon will have vanished
on the road to Philly until around
a year from now when our budget will manage

María's next visit, another sandwich,
and more indigestion in Allentown.
No, I didn't have to speak any Spanish
to understand vomit's visceral language.

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buttersbuttersabout 12 years ago
i also like...

your use of 'indigestion' - the readers can fill in 'heartburn' for themselves (you and your layering), and you avoid the sentimentality of its direct use.

buttersbuttersabout 12 years ago
a five for the revised version, gm :)

which pleases me no end, since i wasn't happy enough with how version 1 sat on my sensibilities to give it a five and there were places niggling me.

a visceral write, dear sir, that is wrapped around with a story's back-history for those who'll hear it. ty :flower:

greenmountaineergreenmountaineerabout 12 years agoAuthor
"Pending" to "Approved" too soon; edited version:

Allentown Residential Care Inc.

No, I didn't have to speak any Spanish

when picnic time ended at Allentown.

María nibbled her tunafish sandwich.

Miguel who never would speak any language

drank from his sippy cup, slurping facedown.

No, I didn't have to speak any Spanish

when strapping assistants brought an outlandish

gurney that turned him into a pronoun

assisted with living. There he will languish

as much as slag heaps from steel barons span this

town like his bedsores a scat dirty brown

begging emollient if Miguel spoke language.

A black teardrop driveway never will vanish

on the road to Philly until around

a year from now when her welfare will manage

María's next visit, another sandwich,

and more indigestion in Allentown.

No, I didn't have to speak any Spanish

to understand sorrow's visceral language.

tazz317tazz317about 12 years ago
CAREFUL WHAT ONE INGESTS

the digestion on the outcome is distasteful. TK U MLJ LV NV

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