In the life of every slaughterhouse employee
Where she must decide whether hurting living things
Is something that she is still capable of.
She calls in sick a few times that month.
A migraine.
A sunburn.
Eventually, she picks up the want-ads.
Years later, she will laugh over a meal with friends -- make light of it.
It's what she's known for.
But later, in the quiet of her attic apartment,
She will say out loud:
How very far I've come.
And all the while, the earth is spinning beneath her feet.
Location:Governor John Davis Lodge Turnpike,Westport,United States
5 comments:
Hi Jackie! This is Jaime from Oceanside. I found you through your LJ. I've been trying to find you on facebook forever but can't remember your last name!!
Hi!!! it's Mancini, friend me immediately I can't wait to talk to you! I have looked for you too! Crazy!
i hope I sent the request to the right Jackie. haha. heres me: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1616304861
Hi Jackie
I was stuffing around googling things on my computer and I wrote "silly things" into the Google search line. And I came up with your blog. Your poetry is beautiful and I will be coming back for more.
Thanks you - I love the way you make the small things as intricate as hand woven lace.
Kath
Well, that's a lovely thing to say.
Thanks.
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