Talk, Talk, Talk

 
Big Head come down on the street with us and we roll our eyes. Big Head be talkin’ all the time like she queen of some country or other and we her subjects. Only thing we subject to is headaches from her blather. She must stand in front of her mirror and talk, talk, talk cause she need audience. Where she get this notion, we wonder, that she so special? Her mama don’t treat her like a queen, her papa neither plus he workin’ all the time. She not so beautiful she make the stars fall out of the sky. She born that way, born a Big Head, that’s our conclusion. Big Head talk, talk, talk and we just look glassy-blank and think about other things like what to write that report about and will our sister lend us the blue shirt. Some day, we expect Big Head will get a big surprise. Some day that Big Head gonna just explode. We watchin’.
 

Mercedes Lawry

Mercedes Lawry has been publishing poetry for over thirty years in such journals as Poetry, Rhino, Puerto del Sol, Folio, New Madrid, Seattle Review, Nimrod, and Salamander. Her chapbook There are Crows in My Blood was published by Pudding House in 2007; her chapbook Happy Darkness was released by Finishing Line Press in 2011. She has received honors from the Seattle Arts Commission, Jack Straw Foundation, Artist Trust, and Richard Hugo House. She has also published fiction as well as stories and poems for children.

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