Thursday, December 9, 2010

In Memory of Cami Park

Editor's note: Today I learned that Cami Park recently passed away. Cami was a gifted writer and generous reviewer. She will be missed.

Facing God

What do I have to say for myself?
I have neither words, nor the common
sense he gave me. I hold out
my hand and he takes

my palm, scowling at his fractured
script, the hand of a careless doctor.
He releases me, grunts.
Do I have any feedback for him?

my palm is blank
like fields after snowfall
like lies told to children
after death

I tell him well, patriarchy sucked,
so fuck you for that. And evil, did that
have to be so damned banal?

But music, I tell him, music,
that was good. And colors, too.
I liked colors.

Cami Park
First published in No Tell Motel in February 2005

More poems by Cami:
Mourner at Beslan
Sugah Says
When Good Cholesterol Goes Bad

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