Poetry By Pamela Gemme

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Runaway

 
Paper is pith wet pummeled rolled out pulp, 
frayed layers there on the screen conveyor
I quit the Weyerhaeuser factory 
skipped down Route 2A naysaying danger

now you see me, now you don’t, feckless 
wayfaring unbridled, little outlaw
school-skipper, longing double solid lines, 
past glades of silver swale, knock me over 

guard rails No caution signs. No speed limit
rain soaked, fun stoked, all-points bulletin     

Makes no matter if the paper, is wide ruled, 
cellulose bonds, makes scrap, makes scratch, 

I don’t care about what comes, I’m freedom
I don’t worry, I’m honeycomb thumbing-




Pamela Gemme was born to working class parents and grew up in Gardner, Massachusetts. She went to state universities, is a poet, artist, political activist, and a child protection social work consultant for Massachusetts’s DCF. Recent or forthcoming publications include The American Journal of Poetry, Haiku Journal, The Chicago Quarterly Review, Heliotrope Anthology, SoFloPoJo, Ibbetson Street Magazine and many others. Pamela co-edited Essential Voices: A Covid-19 Anthology forthcoming from WVU Press in July, 2023.
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