Two Poems – Jacqueline Kirkpatrick

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High Tide

My family has perfected the art of keeping secrets
Skilled at telling lies through rotted teeth
Whiskey and loose tobacco spilled on splintered coffee tables
Shuddering at the sound of the tick tick tick tick 
Every time a contestant takes a spin on the Wheel of Fortune
Asking the youngest in the room
Without a please or thank you
To find a lighter

Cause this one

The children make it a game
The first one to find it gets a quarter
That will be stolen from dirty jeans 
Left thrown about the rooms like a Pollock 
Then racing to the corner store to buy a Fireball

Running Away at 7

Walking backwards in July
barefoot on a gravel road
tar licking my toes
not wanting to lose sight of home 

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