When I was a Boy
by Clara Bolota
14 September 2024








 

When I was a Boy a God often rescued me​

from the shouts and the rods of men.

Then the winds and the breezes of kindness

secured in their kindness were playing there

too.

Then my mama came, sat down and

drowned the playing frog.

She killed the rats in the cellar while I rolled

in the arms of the beautiful friendly faithful 

gods.

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(When I was a Boy I was her favorite)

she hugged me with her swampy viscous

beautiful hands that would stick and pull and

constantly apologize.

Yes yes whatever you need

My mama shot me you see.

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I understood the stillness above the sky

But never the words of words of mom

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I grew up in the arms of the Gods