Hello to all! I’m Emme G. Marshall, a 20-year-old poetry student hailing from Knoxville, Tennessee. I’m a poetry editor for the University of Tennessee’s literary arts magazine, The Phoenix.
A Lesson in Loving (me)
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppFirst, remove everything from your pockets.
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppYou have to start bare, broke.
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppI may fill them with mushroom figurines,
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppploose change I dug
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppfrom my purse, a scribbled poem.
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppThey will get heavy,
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppI am not sorry.
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppLearn to stay up late,
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppprise early – coffee tastes good
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppwhen you are sentient,
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppSometimes I forget the alphabet, if
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppa red light really means
Porcelain Milk Pitcher
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppCraftsman style house, clean – we eat pot roast at the table
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppwith crooked forks. You buried me under our abundance of quilts,
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppptold me I should learn how to sew, so I could fix your shirt – the one
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppyour mother bought you. I want you to throw it away. I want to
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppthrow everything away. The light fixtures, the glossy pottery bowls,
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppthe fifty-inch TV. I want to flush you, watch you grind slow in the
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppdisposal. Because you wanted all of this,
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppdidn’t you. Particular. Functioning. You want to put
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppa baby in my body, you want me planted like that fat
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppblackberry bush out front. What’ll happen when I
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppuproot, when I get rid