May 30, 2016

Paper Bags

paper bagpaper bags

ones with the smiley faces

the smiley faces written in sharpie

in haste

crinkled and reused paper bags

clothes miscellaneous items

anything cute

she would buy for us

in the paper bags they would go


playing in the front yard

I went to help her with the paper bags

she was happy to get us new things

well, new for us


it was always the same thrift store

dirty clothes piled in the back

used books

muggy and stale

worn out Christmas lights


I always remember the smiley faces on the paper bags

It was a stretch at happiness

the paper bags

the withered smiley faces

crumpled paper


It was supposed to be happy

but us kids

It meant we didn’t live in the higher places

on the hill

like the officers’ kids

with the plastic clean bags

with store logos

our clothes didn’t come with those name brand tags

but at least we got the smiley faces

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About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion


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