Friday, April 11, 2014

'Purging' by Ravyn LaRue

I want to purge myself of all my Columbia stuff
offer it to Davon
(in spite of the clothes being 28.4 sizes too big for him)
and if he doesn’t want to take it
I’ll throw it at Goodwill and such
but I know it isn’t good to deny one’s past: good, bad or otherwise
yet when I go to my closet to get clothes each morning
I see a fat stupid blue Columbia shirt from orientation
mocking me
knowing at one point I hoped to wear it around MN with pride

And the irony of it all
I suppose
is even if I were to crack the plastic cup
even if I cast the keychains into an abyss
even if I tore the t-shirt to shreds
even if I hurled that pandora’s box of tidbits that came with my acceptance letter into a bloody wood-chipper and set fire to its remains-
I’d still be writing all these bloody poems
because I obviously cannot purge Columbia from my mind
(perhaps I should take up drinking)

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