12/2/2022 Poetry By Susan Vespoli Ron Gilbert CC
3 Sonnets from Adam’s Text Messages from 2020 to Day He Died - March 12, 2022** I. That book changed my life. Stirred something inside me. Vintage Sweets heirloom navel oranges. Boiled bread loaves. Money and material things aren’t very important. Our experiences and interactions with people and animals really matter. Big food drive. Praying it goes smoothly. 200 sandwiches. Gave them a few bucks and some cold waters. It’s made with polished seashells. I love you. Quail laid eight eggs in a ceramic swan. Happy birthday! Merry Christmas! Everyone loves us. Walks almost every day. We grow by helping others grow. Best I’ve tasted. These moments have been the highlight of my days. II. Broke up. Living on the street. Lauren took car and apartment. Dad said, get all my stuff out of his house. Something stupid. A mess. He’d be drunk. Couldn’t take them any longer. On street nearly a week. Moving around. Chaparral Park. WinCo, bus stops. Book bag. Pulling suitcase with clothes and food. I have everything I need. Cold first few nights. They were drunk every single night. Aye. Washing clothes in garbage bags, hanging them at park. 24-hour WinCo bathroom. Washcloths and soapy water. Need a shower. Stressful times but haven’t smoked a cigarette. Good to see what homeless people go through. III. Mom, my phone has been dead. Might die again. Not quite ready to go on another walk. Thank you for the hotel and coming to church with me. Cheered me up. Tiny bit of charge. Where do you want to meet? Yes. Love you. Moved out of Dad’s again. Living with friends. Practicing rhyming singing dancing. Found parts of the bible can be sung at different tempos. I’ll show you next time I see you. Where do they live, Adam? Are you still going to church? I lost you on the call. I love you. Adam, I hope you are OK. I love you. I know you will figure it out. If you could check in to let me know you’re OK I would appreciate it. Hi Adam, I am trying to reach you. **Note: All words are from Adam’s text messages sent to me over the last couple years of his life, except the ones in italics, which are mine. They are grouped in a sort of timeline. ~SV Susan Vespoli writes from Phoenix, Arizona. Her work has been published in Anti-Heroin Chic, Rattle, Nasty Women Poets: An Unapologetic Anthology of Subversive Verse, and others. Her poetry collection about addiction in her family, Blame It on the Serpent, is available from Finishing Line Press. All proceeds are donated to addiction support and recovery organizations. https://susanvespoli.com/ Comments are closed.
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