Ode to Blankie

The Notorious

B.B.T. (Blankie BooBoo Timony)

4^th of his kind

but better than the rest.

I was four

He was beautiful

My savior

Who my dad brought home

Who stayed by my side

Who was known as a rag

Who wreaked havoc.

Quickly mutilated

by my destructive, bony fingers,

I tore him to pieces

(all in good fun)

and left him strewed

marking every path I traveled.

His interwoven, once broken, limbs

tied together

told the tales

of my life.

Knitted knots of memories

Corn field mazes in my brain

Perfectly represented by Blankie.

He’s the guy

strolling with style into the bar

headed straight to the booze

headed straight to my heart.

He plays this “cool” part well.

well … well … well

the wishing well

to my

hopes

fears

tears

Faded royal blue

to me, royalty

Outlined by thread,

pink in color, in which, I smother

and sniff and sniff

and silk and silk

Diminishing

Diminishin

Diminishi

Diminish

Diminis

Dimini

Dimin

Dimi

Dim

Di

D

.

I am nineteen

and he’s still beautiful

to me.

To me

he smells like home

home

Home is where I want to be.

Home is where he takes me.