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One Still Before

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #176.




One still before the aliens removed their makeup;
They were always us, our future in Lycra and foundation,
Our future already laser-fighting irrelevance. 

There's always a store on the numbered exit
Cold drinks, gas. Virginia packaged dry as the sand gritting
your back teeth. It's always open.

Even there, they have that still. Somewhere.
Everyone sells that print. Or owns it. Or shudders, quick,
Underneath it. They were always us. 

If I keep it in my desk, cut carefully, the way you do
At twelve, on a long afternoon hiding from the sun, hoping for 
elves, not aliens...it's no less irrelevant.

One still before.  


So happy!!! Woke up this morning able to get up with minimal pain! And I think I discovered the stupid thing I did to torque my back into misery. Just wanted to share the relief. :) 

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. "They were always us, our future in Lycra and foundation, Our future already laser-fighting irrelevance. " Love that line. Oh, and I love the title...Love all of it. So glad your back is better!

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  2. I love all of this. So happy you are feeling better- back pain is the worst.

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  3. Glad you figured some things out and got some relief.

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  4. They Live! Glad you are feeling better, Chrissa.

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  5. I'm lovin' the "lycra and foundation"! Also happy you've found what's torquing your back. I solved my problem by sleeping in a recliner, and haven't been to bed in years!!

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  6. The first stanza hooked me in. A poem to be read, and read, and read again. Hope the back continues to improve.

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  7. OH Chrissa .... "goosies" for days reading this one! It's always open .. they were always with us .. no less irrelevant. WOW!

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  8. Liking this a lot, Chrissa. We still have this, the aliens, and generally legal, in south-east Texas, only they're driving a pickup truck pulling another pickup truck, headed back south. "Lycra", I learned a new word for the old "Spandex", Thank You.
    ..

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  9. I love this - "they were always us." Glad you are feeling some relief from pain. Pain sucks.

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  10. "One still before the aliens removed their makeup" - that is a phenomenal opening line!!! And this: "Virginia packaged dry as the sand gritting / your back teeth." Wow.

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  11. Some amazing lines in this wonderful poem my friend! So glad you are feeling better Chrissa!!

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  12. Good to know you are healing, Chrissa.Your poem is full of visual delight.

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  13. Happy your back is healing.
    Your poem makes me think of the movie Back To The Future

    Good Sunday

    Much💖love

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  14. One of my favorites from you, Chrissa. This has that poet's squint that sets the ordinary sideways and makes us perceive the most obvious differently. Lots of good lines, but I especially like that third stanza which doesn't have one wasted word, and leads seamlessly to the finish. Glad to hear your back is better--nothing is more debilitating and exhausting.

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  15. Happy you are feeling better. Great lines in this with a stellar title.

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