For Crystal Lee Braddock

For Crystal Lee Braddock elegy

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I never really liked you
Like an orange thrown at a wall
Impacting then falling straight to the floor

So composed and cool
I wanted to be you or build a shrine
I’d let you sleep on my pillow to smell your hair

That time at the park
You knew my ankle hurt
Yet you went faster and laughed about perverts

My crashed bicycle
Bleeding from my knees and my period
Back in the days before cell phones, before pity

I walked home
My sparkling white capri pants
Become a three-starred battle flag

My father called me wicked
Hinted I was calling down a rapist
My mother would have shot him had she a gun

You had to shun me
Exiled from your circle and your smile
I wrote a diary about how much you loved me

No one deserves cancer
Somehow your obituary found me
Single mom of two, dead too young, in Torrington Wyoming

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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