Daisies: You Ain’t Pushin ‘Em

Posted byKindra M. AustinPosted inPoetry, WritingTags:,

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You’ve been condensed; 58

years reduced to granules and packed in plastic.

How badly I want to pick through the pieces and

find your teeth;

I wish to see your smile—not in a fucking

photograph, or mixed within

images

projected in my dreams.

 

© Kindra M. Austin

(image: Pinterest)

Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

40 thoughts on “Daisies: You Ain’t Pushin ‘Em”

  1. This is powerful and hits very close to home. I have a keepsake urn that me and my son, when he’s old enough to understand, will sprinkle my dad out at his favorite nature center.
    Thank you ❤️

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    1. Thank you so much! My mother passed last October, and I’m just working through my emotions. ❤

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